I don’t believe in souls but rejoice in spirits
The longest I ever went without drinking was 21 years. Never again.
——’I dont know how,’ said the leprechaun.
Some are frightened by the prospect of facing temporarily what many do each day without hope or aspiration of better.
——Ha! It’s many more than first I thought.
‘I have a fancy story to tell you, of breakfast parties.’
——Compliments of awareness are insults when the goal is unawareness.
Hey, hey. The bagel makes its hole, but it’s made to fill yours.
——Soy sauce is the perfect thing for this right now.
My faerie folk of friendly filial commitment are the best sort to have a drink with, anyhow.
——Why chain yourself?
Someone else has likely been where you intend to go.
——’Use a spoon.’
Sure, but my room is a mess.
(The red didnt survive the rain, leaving gaps in damp napkin swirl.)
Who ever should desire constancy?
——’He was a blond-haired, blue-eyed football player. “Friday Night Lights” and shit.’
All happy thoughts spring from somewhere hidden, but we find them somehow.
——’I will see you.’
It’s a lot easier to do what someone else tells you to do.
——’ “You told me you were going to have sex with me tonite.” “I know, but I still feel weird.” ‘
‘People have always said I had amazing eyes. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked like I had no soul.’