death has more stories than life. it will
multiply us as we are.
dont't feel too bad about your last round
of delicate lies.
we have lived like amateurs. we gambled.
we loved
what have you done to us, death?
do not antagonize me
not now. the streets are all yours
let's open this locked down book store
let's talk
I am an agent of myself. I can speak freely
and you know that I know
where is a bed, there is a night
