frozen formula d.

I’m writing this book because we’re all going to die.

cash rules everything around me.

drunk again, not a weekend…

this is the voice within my head.

My heart is still, as time will tell.

who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated

i am with you in rockland

who bit detectives in the neck … dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts

I’d rather go in the high lone land of plateau where you can hear at night the zing of silence from the halls of Assembled