Capitalism Has Survived Communism. Now,

The Blankets Had Fallen Off And I Stared Down At Her White Back, The Shoulder Blades Sticking Out As If They Wanted To Grow Into Wings, Poke Through That Skin. Little Blades. She Was Helpless.

In My Next Life I Want To Be A Cat. To Sleep 20 Hours A Day And Wait To Be Fed. To Sit Around Licking My Ass.

Anybody Can Be A Non-drunk. It Takes A Special Talent To Be A Drunk. It Takes Endurance. Endurance Is More Important Than Truth.

I Was So Thin I Could Slice Bread With My Shoulderblades, Only I Seldom Had Bread.

It Is Possible To Be Truly Mad And To Still Exist Upon Scraps Of Life.