“Drive me to a ditch and I’ll dig the grave myself through conversation.”

Intrusive thoughts burn holes in my brain. I guess that’s why I’m so empty.

This little black dress doesn’t hide imperfections. It shows off my soul.

Old habits die hard, so fill up my cup and let’s raise hell in heaven.

All smoke and mirrors, nothing concrete or real -Social Media

Consumed by darkness but drenched in warm morning sun. Life’s oxymoron.

Like water lies spill from my lips. Droplets of poison ready to kill.

Your body ebbs, flows, ripples, and glows like water. Don’t fear changing tides.

Vanilla ice cream melts down my wrist as my lips melt all over yours.

Shadows follow me the way a vulture stalks death. One small step ahead.

Twenty-six letters, infinite stories to tell, nothing comes to mind.

Double chin, Fat Thighs. Will you think about these things before your last breath?

Talk dirty to me like I’m a nun on her knees screaming hail Mary.

I wish the voices would pour from every orifice. Bleed from my bones and drain me of this illness.

Life gave me lemons, tequila, salt, and a knife. Death, you call the shots.

She was a siren, mythical and mystical but somehow still real.

I grab my skin, soft like play dough, and wish my nails could cut like scissors.

There is an underlying timelessness in the basic conversation that is mathematics.

Given the cultural barriers to intersex conversation, the amazing thing is that we would even expect women and men to have anything to say to each other for more than ten minutes at a stretch.

A conversation isn’t a competition.

In conversation avoid the extremes of forwardness and reserve.

You can hear, like, you know, Africans and Jamaicans doing it just kind of as, like, a rhythmic, poetic conversation, you know, to a rhythm.

In private conversation between intimate friends, the wisest men very often talk like the weakest : for indeed the talking with a friend is nothing else but thinking aloud.

True happiness arises, in the first place, from the enjoyment of one’s self, and in the next, from the friendship and conversation of a few select companions.

Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated.