“I was in a doctor’s chair, the lady doctor’s, naked and wrapped in white paper”

“I’m wearing a new dress tonight. It looks like candy”

“I awoke one morning to find the cellar door open”

“none of our business. LOUD BUZZING SOUND: No. I do not agree.”

“I think, There is death inside me”

“appreciate the music + ignore any god stuff”

“many of us have dark sexual experiences we bury in the dirt”

“heirs to the family “fortune,” the current karmic fruition of our family tree”

“Just you, on weekdays, at noon, for an hour”

Art closes in on the divine.

“Escape into the world that sex creates. It is not planet Earth.”

A closer look at torture in marijuana drug cartels

“I’m erasing some things with words.”

“The next level of this inner segregation is the distrust of the bisexual”

A response to a craigslist rant

“the glutton adores the moments before the wreckage”

“how a society or a culture treats its dead says infinitely more about the culture itself, than it does the dead”

“Anyone in a wonderful relationship knows that sometimes”

“He’d sweated through his shirt in big circles”