Ей, ай мис ю!
А, липсваш ми?

Би искала някой да я заговори и се бои, че може аз да сторя тази недискретност.

In her is the end of breeding.
Her boredom is exquisite and excessive.
She would like some one to speak to her,
And is almost afraid that I
                 will commit that indiscretion.

nqma izhod//its a metaphor//keep it to yourself

you dont need will power to say "no" to junk when you are off. you don't want it.


when a junky off junk gets drunk up to a certain point his thoughts turn to junk.

 "Anyway, I didn't want to come around because I knew you was off. You off completely?"
 "Yeah, I'm off."
 "You wouldn't want a shot, then?" Old Ike was smiling.
 "Well ..." I felt a touch of the old excitement like meeting someone you used to go to bed with and suddenly the excitement is there and you both know that you are going to go to bed again.

I loosened the tie, and the dropper emptied into my vein. Coke hit my head, a pleasant dizziness and tension, while the morphine spread through my body in relaxing waves.
 "Was that all right?" asked Ike, smiling.
"If God made anything better, he kept it for Himself," I said.

                                                                 


                                                                                    Wolfgang Paalen

 невинните се доверяват
и когато казвам невинни
имам предвид наивни

Peter Hujar

I'm sort of my own Mafia, you know, breaking my own knees.

the people you ve been before that you dont want around anymore

Drink up, baby, stay up all night with the things you could do, you won't but you might
the potential you'll be that you'll never see
the promises you'll only make

Drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days, do what I say and I'll make you okay

Yeah, I jumped off a cliff, but let's talk about something else.

AFTER HE TOOK FROM YOU EVERYTHING HE COULD STEAL

how does it feel?

 A man might die simply because he could not stand to stay in his body. 

t's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me
You'll never know the hurt I suffered not the pain I raise above
And I'll never know the same about you your holiness or your kind of love
And it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind blowing through the buttons of our coats
Blowing through the letters that we wrote
Idiot wind blowing through the dust upon our shelves
We're idiots babe
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.