There Is No Word For Time. Today

Perhaps I Am No One. True, I Have A Body And I Cannot Escape From It. I Would Like To Fly Out Of My Head, But That Is Out Of The Question.

... A Starving Man Doesn't Ask What The Meal Is.

I Think It Will Be A Miracle If I Don't Someday End Up Killing Myself.

The Fish Are Naked. The Fish Are Always Awake. They Are The Color Of Old Spoons And Caramels.

Death's In The Good-bye.