Who needs drugs?

the tree from which he sucked nirvana like a vampire?

What is home?

The wall or the road?


Who is the prophet?

The gay bald man?

The freaks, the junkys, morarity or paradiso,

those who speak endlessly about something,

Someone who is in a loony bin?

Should I visit him sometime?

Will they let me in?

But then will they let me out?

The ones who are abandoned,

lying alone in some room in some motel on some highway,

searching for beauty, writing without commas and grammar,

drowned in thick cigarette smoke?


The man under the flyover who died anonymously?
The parking man?

The railway attendant?

A million dollars or
a few moments
spent in realizing that eternity is a whore,

like you, like me and her.

Is it even a choice? But is anything?

Can I buy some eternity?

Can you pass me some time?

What’s between thoughts?

When was I really scared of you?

Why is y spelled as why?

Is it another ugly trick of yours?

Like gravity and reality?

Don’t open the door,
it’s so beautiful outside that its dangerous.

Did you dream of me last night again?

I stopped dreaming at 12.

What’ll you do about it?

Prison for violation of act Reality 3a?

Why can’t you be me?

And I be you and lets leave him alone?

I’ll stay ugly and rotten.

Will you hug me then?

Or will you call the god?

Will you abandon god if he’s gay?

Is there a heaven?

Are you the god?

Will you let me in
or are you still mad at me for not letting you fuck me?


I’m gonna bunk heaven and hell and go for a movie!

Anyone game?

Mama I’m not high!

Isn’t alcohol a waste?
Did Ivs ever cure reality?


Psst! You! Yes you!
Come here.

Have you ever tried love?

It’s addictive.

They banned it.

But you can still score some

From the stranger and the enemy that looks like you

I have a li’l left, a small stash.

Will you help me?

Is war a rehab?

She was right
Love ruined me,

But it’s worth a try,
shooting some up the veins.

Split. Heat. Boom. Abyss.