My Youth, One Time, That Time I

She’s Mad, But She’s Magic.

In The Cupboard Sits My Bottle Like A Dwarf Waiting To Scratch Out My Prayers. I Drink And Cough Like Some Idiot At A Symphony, Sunlight And Maddened Birds Are Everywhere, The Phone Rings Gamboling Its Sound Against The Odds Of The Crooked Sea; I Drink Deeply And Evenly Now, I Drink To Paradise And Death And The Lie Of Love.

Capitalism Has Survived Communism. Now, It Eats Away At Itself.

When Ginsburg Is At The Top Of His Game You Might As Well Put Down Your Toys And Listen.

Why Do You Insist Upon Destroying Yourself?