Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it.

I have wished you something
None of the others would....

I think writing about unhappiness is probably the source of my popularity, if I have any-after all, most people are unhappy, don't you think?

Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.

Morning, noon & bloody night,
Seven sodding days a week,
I slave at filthy WORK, that might
Be done by any book-drunk freak.
This goes on until I kick the bucket.
FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT

What will survive of us is love.

- from A Writer