Well...fuck this for a game of soldiers

i am running seriously low on time to say "died young, stayed pretty"

ruth and gerard...they're my guys

my mother didnt even send a card

"cos one day they were just like you//drinking, smoking cigs and sniffing glue//help the aged"

Cotton candy and a rotten mouth//You know i couldnt help but have it for you

what a terrific waste of time any/all attempts to salvage all that were, eh?


moving on,


how good is dark was the night?


do i care particularly that no one else has listened to it?


no, not much really


blither, i remain horribly ungot by the people i meet


anthony and the johnsons syndrome, i suppose


yes, to conclude, moving on


"if there's no-one beside you when your soul embarks//I will follow you into the dark"

"I've got two ears and a heart, dont i?"

If someone says ''I love you,'' to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? ''I love you, too."

The horrible irony, of course, is that its impossible not to love kurt vonnegut

"the landlord asks if we've seen 'em//she'll set traps, but i just spring 'em//my roommates say we should kill them all//but they'll stay up with me//the nights you never call//on those nights you never call"