“The secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art.” — Lolita. Digital Strategy @BlankSpaceMedia. Essays on Phish @TheBabysMouth
The Fateful Line
how do you ever know
how to demarcate the fateful line
where strength turns to spite?
it is that place in you where all meets all
the center ring of conflict
So I quit smoking. 15 years. Half a pack a day. Sometimes more. Rarely less. I’d quit a few times over the years, and each time I’d end up with some new ailment. Bronchitis one time. Walking Pneumonia the next. You almost die just from quitting. That’s how fucked up smoking is.