The nurse finally got her smoke break.

How many dollar bills can you fit into your sarcophagus? How many slaves will you bury?

孝.

what if heaven is bringing out the good china for the refridgerator man?

it was his foie gras, flying away!

Prometheus

Sure, you can migrate to the south, but your liver must stay. After all, that was why we fed you.

Let your strings return to stillness before tuning your instrument.

though we were one degree apart,
it was as if we were one degree apart.

I WANT TO WIPE MY MOUTH ON SHIRT SLEEVES
PINCH THIS BUBBLEGUM OUT OF MY TEETH
POUR FROM A MUG, DOWN MY THROAT, UNTIL THE WHITE IS BROWN
WALK WITHOUT ANY SHOES ON
SPIT INTO THE GRASS
CLIMB TREES
SNEEZE INTO THE WIND
LET MY HAIR GROW LONG
SPRAY PAINT THIS WALL
JUMP INTO THE BUSH
SWIM IN THE OCEAN
AND EAT WITH MY HANDS

(i've been working with the following phrases for the whole day, but there doesn't seem to be a way to make it have the same poetic impact, yet sound less sexual. there's got to be a way...)

she touched his loneliness
he held her loneliness
she touched her loneliness
he touched her loneliness

醫院前最後一間花店

主耶和華是我的力量

i can't run anymore
i can't hide anymore
i can't escape anymore

i want to vomit
because hope and life is cruel

and maybe we will end up on the streets
and collect coke bottles
and live in a garbage disposal unit [yes, dumpster]
and then our lives will be

cheesy, sugary [sacchrine]

shortened, compacted, cheapened

cinema
entertainment
revue

and then some middle-age, balding, hypocritical asshole
and whose divine calling involved emigrating to the best city in the world
will come out and say "amazing, wasn't it"

we would've tricked some old woman into believing jesus with a lower case j.

Oh God, where are you now?
Oh Lord, say somehow
The devil is hard on my face again
The world is a hundred to one again

Would the righteous still remain?
Would my body stay the same?

and then i will hold him by the elbow
he will walk slowly out of the car
trembling
weak
gray
brittle
and i will prop him up
he will smile at me at whichever anniversary that we are going
i swallow my thoughts
nice
i feel the texture of his off-brown wool sweater with my fingers

i am at his funeral
i will be roaring out with rage and hate
finally screaming at the top of my lungs
jabbing my finger into the lectern
and the glass of water shakes
or

will i swallow my thoughts
ah, yes, pick up the violin again
beautiful music for this beautiful person's beautiful life
we would have travelled this far
we had accepted and conqured the challenge

and then will i keep on fighting

"God bless you."

Life is tough.

暗戀自己

no one is interested in those men
in their suits
at some securities exchange
at some conference
in hong kong

we are interested in your high school basketball photo that you have at home

Maslow's pyramid

i'm going out for a little drive,
and it could be the last time you see me alive

My biggest problem is that I am not aware of what I am doing.

Milk for beginners.

There is a storm brewing in this mind.