"Drunk with what?: With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please. But get drunk"

. . .

And in likeness, foreignness or incompatibility. Which strain darkens the hair?

If one could be giddy with difference this is it.

We drink tequila by the capful to prevent drinking tequila by the glass.

In this visioning everything is slowed down to recognizable speed. A seduction in minutiae. Tangential becomes a kind of center.

Seer said, betrayal is always a symbol of the soul being upgraded.

"I still think about that sweater I didn't buy on the drive between Santa Cruz and Los Angeles. It'd be so warm right now." When is lack simultaneously a power?

Unintelligible whisper calls me a long way.

Symptomatic of being a slave is to forget you're a slave, to participate in industry as an intricate critical piece in its motor. At night you fall off the wagon because it's like falling into your self.

Big big, I say, bigger.

Perpetual underneath, even when subtexts are revealed, stuff buried in other stuff.

We keep saying, this beer isn't making me drunk enough.

If you make really loud love even though you know someone else is next door, it means you're a grown up.

Here's a mirror to show you your ghost self and how it feels the same to be weighted by a body as it does to have the body become transparent.

Symptomatic of being alive is the arm stretched out into breathless air.

All this endless documentation of who I am and where I've been on social networking websites. So ordinary.

We've come a long way, baby. Your extraordinary promise, sweet excessive force.