Long after the girls are gone, the bell is rung, the bottle empty and my teeth begin to rot in my skull, after the last of my hair is brushed from my pillow, and the flesh falls from my face, if I have to sleep on park benches, freezing in graveyards, curled up in phone [...]

“Je est un autre. 
(I is someone else).” 

- Arthur Rimbaud

‘If I could fuck a mountain, Lord, I would fuck a mountain.’
- Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy