“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of True Romance magazines -- we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way."
Hunter S. Thompson

And you, child, are brave because
you keep on living.

I feel sick, a
nervous laughter stirring in the
marrow of my bones, a
migraine in the ribs
do you have a voice when the
world has no ears?