what can you do

“The soul is placed in the body like a rough diamond, and must be polished, or the luster of it will never appear”

239.99

"Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once."

i'll live

"To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished."

brain-dead low-lives

"gold is cold. diamonds are dead. a limousine is a car. stop pretending. feel what's real."

sun, sun, sun; burn, burn, burn

"Wake up!
You can't remember where it was.
Had this dream stopped?

The snake was pale gold,
Glazed and shrunken.
We were afraid to touch it.
The sheets were hot dead prisons.

And she was beside me,
Old. She's; no, young.
Her dark red hair,
The white soft skin.

Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom,
Look! She's coming in here.

I can't live through each slow century of her moving.
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile.
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain..."