there's nothing so black as the inferno of the human mind.

Be what you would seem to be -- or, if you'd like it put more simply -- Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

nabokov

“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.”

moss-free rolling stone, dream-free sanity. one more cup of coffee for the road, one more cup of coffee 'fore i go.

come away with me in my magic doris-caravan to freewheel through thunderheads, in brace position through the star-crossed heavens, down the underside of the crescent and under the bridge to places where feral children whisper their dreams into cockle shells and where the sunshine is dew on eyelids and where we fall up into the sky and not down into the well. come away.

mute

the silences are what give it away. the missing sounds, of the splash of a pebble, or the rev of the engine. simon and garfunkel had it right. but you don't miss the silences, you just pour words into their gaping mouths and, while not filling them up, at least it disguises them momentarily, and allows you to forget them, ignore them. meanwhile they eat me up. those silences are the pulling of the wool, the unravelling of the scarf that is me. and you're too deaf to notice.

you do not do, you do not do. you bastard, i'm through.
things i would say to you if i had it in me to seize the chance, but which instead may languish here forgotten forever in cyber-gloom.