God made me, God made you..but then again God made gunpowder and kerosene too.

God have pity on the smell of gasoline
which finds its way like an arm
through a car window,
more human than kerosene,
more unctuous, more manly.

Life's like a constipated dwarf; short and full of crap.

Loving you is like waiting on the results for a lie detector test..great and mysterious for a while...but then you find out the truth.

One is the lonliest number and the number that defines me, not rankingly in a specific classification but as singular in life and all it's boundaries and let downs, and to all others who are defined by this number...i know how you feel.

Anyone can fake smiles, anyone can fake laughs..but no one can fake the misery that depression crafts.