Not a preface to a 20 volume suicide note
I am as brittle as a pane of glassshuffling down the same streetcreaking like a scarecrow come aliveas I stoop …
I am as brittle as a pane of glassshuffling down the same streetcreaking like a scarecrow come aliveas I stoop …
At that moment in the long grass, or weeds, or whatever they were – but long, long, two feet at …
I tried being a deadbeat alcoholic junkie, the nights got longer and the world darker and much smaller. After I …
The people walking in the street I cannot meet their eye The dog that trots beside their feet I smile …