I'm Only Interested In Poetry.

...having Nothing To Struggle Against They Have Nothing To Struggle For.

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

Yes, Wagner And The Storm Intermix With The Wine As Nights Like This Run Up My Wrists And Up Into My Head And Back Down Into The Gut

What's Wrong With Assholes, Baby?

I No Longer Want It All, Just Some Comfort And Some Sex And Some Minor Love.