Lest when I am gone you may be at a loss for an epitaph for me, let me give you one - He Fed Fevers.
pain is absurd because it exists, nothing more.
Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
and when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair to us and fair to love itself. we ask for no mercy or no miracles; we are strong enough to live and to die and to kill flies, attend the boxing matches, go to the racetrack, live on luck and skill, get alone, get alone often, and if you can't sleep alone be careful of the words you speak in your sleep; and ask for no mercy no miracles; and don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.
I just want a hot cup of coffee,black,and I don’t want to hear about your troubles.
Almost everyone is born a genius and buried an idiot.
I would love to make a real jazz album someday because I never have. But that's something I'm not in a rush to do.
The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother, and I call him Gamblor!
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