But I’m a white man.
I suppose when the coroner finds me dead on the floor and he strips my body searching for clues to my death, he will scratch his head…
There was this man, naked except for a diaper, rolling and twisting on the hospital bed.
The street, keeping time…feel the heat,syncopated beat,expect the unexpected…
To shift, or not to shift? That is the question.Whether ’tis nobler to brave the Five-gated…
I’m at this party, though I don’t actually see anyone or anything besides a Tiki bar. On the bar is a book which a guest left for…
That’s not the light atthe end of the tunnel. Shit!That’s a fucking fire!
When I first met you,
I lied.