“She was made of flesh and eyelashes.”

European children starved and watched their parents scheme and die. Here we grew up with toy whips. Early warning against our future leaders, the war babies.

Blessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with fiery swords, and heaven and earth with a word.

If you don’t become the ocean, you’ll be seasick every day.

Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secret to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

Only one thing made him happy and now that it was gone everything made him happy.

We are not mad. We are human. We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

My abandoned narcotics have abandoned me.

I am not the one who loved, it’s love that chooses me.

As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.

I’m planning a catastrophe.

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I’m glad you stood in my way.

First of all, nothing will happen and a little later nothing will happen again.

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you were naked Ah, but some of you was light.

I found that things became a lot easier when I no longer expected to win. You abandon your masterpiece and sink into the real masterpiece.

I ache in the places where I used to play.

It’s hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.