It’s So Easy To Be Easy—if You

We Waste Days Like Mad Blackbirds And Pray For Alcoholic Nightsour Silk-sick Human Smiles Wrap Around Us Like Somebody Else's Confetti

If I Bet On Humanity, I'd Never Cash A Ticket.

Too Often, The Only Escape Is Sleep

An Early Taste Of Death Is Not Necessarily A Bad Thing.

That's The Way It Ends. The Thin Edge Of The Wedge.