the need to destroy things creeps up on me every time

every silent movement reeks of uselessness.

little man talk

your flaccid arguments don't excite me.

over and out

fucked. fucked up, over, and out.

i'll get a coffee and the paper / have my own conversations

lonely days illuminate my dark corners.

your silence makes less of me.

what is it that i lack?

i'm not my body / or how i choose to destroy it

your caresses sting with stillborn promises.

on friendship

i can't do this alone, kid.

1,000,000 lives lost

armies are weapons of mass destruction.

i don't care if it's french

ennui's all style and no substance.

i'm aware that friendship can die young

i tried. you aren't fighting it.

but this is nothing but the truth: je suis vide

on peut pas mourir pour moi.

nobody helps a liar

i can't tell stories. i'm sorry.

i haven't forgotten you, my dear

lately, i've been a clumsy wordsmith.

in the looking glass

vanity'll find me a nice enemy.

sorry, nicey nice neighbors

polite society's not really my thing.

i'm not much of a writer

here, i'm not much of anything.

the ghost of christmas present says hello

shopping malls will strangle your soul!

nacapinchepulco, un rincón del infierno

a land that unfortunately does exist.

leggy woman seethes

i still resent you, tequila man.

willoughby, wickham, wicked whatever

i know all of your tricks.