“AND AGAIN MY INVULNERABILITY IS PUT TO THE TEST.”

poet harry crosby’s final journal entry

Where are you now? Have you left me the last of the dum dum daze? Where are you now when I need your noise? The walls close in and I need some noise.

I WILL be purchasing these next time I go to Traitor Joe’s . . . they’re soft & sweet . . . just like me . . .

oh!! to be able to sleep again . . . !!!

desperately my hand reaches for my pill case. i must once again call upon mighty trazodone. it is a sort of black magic . . . it does the job and yet its artificially feels impure! well, into the conjured chemical dream i go lol

On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.

hunter s. thompson

Bethany sent me this a few years ago and the first time I heard it, I wept. Granted, I was Very Stoned at the time, but it’s still a beautiful cover . . .