We were drinking ourselvesinto the grave.I escaped temporarily.Greg didn't.He was crossing abusy street in Iowa City.In his baggy, dirty jeanswas a bottle of vodka thathe had just lifted.I'm guessing he was intoo big a hurry to"get well" and knockoff...

sadness dwells inside my sacrednessdeep beyond what people seemy soul connects to others differentlywe don't need to speakthe earth stretches and yawns with growing painspeople hurt I hurt with themMelancholy has gone silentand I with herdistress the faith shaken...

  I sent you a letter yesterday,  which I hope you never receive.    I changed my mind  about every single one  of the simplest letters it contained.    I have changed my address  so that I will never receive your letters,  which will be returned to the sender  under...

I would like to think while you sleep there are demons crawling at your feet waiting for your impending death for they can feast on your rotten flesh they love those who preach blah, blah, blah, God all while sucking on the devil's cock hypocrisy is...