"you're married to the vultures. i dont wanna laugh til you're dead"

"There is no future in anything. I hope you agree. That is why I like it at war. Every day and every night there is a strong possibility that you will get killed and not have to write. I have to write to be happy whether I get paid for it or not. But it is terrible disease to be born with. I like to do it. Which is even worse. That makes it from a disease into a vice. Then I want to do it better than anybody has ever done it which makes it into an obsession. An obsession is terrible. Hope you haven't gotten any. Thats the only one I have left". hemingway

"this will take more than a weekend.. wont it?"
adding question marks not where questions necessarily lie
but just to tickle grammars fancy every chance we get.
and where there is grammar there are late nights
listing things off and rearranging words more out of habit than anything else
they will always be a promise.
more like a gapping mouth with cold muscles
and they haven't taught our Children what tragic is yet
but itll be the look on Their faces when the jokes on Them
when the shits piled deep and jaws are hanging low
take us to the hospital
so we can grow weeds in Their eye sockets
and charge 6000 to Their mothers credit cards
so the car with nine backwards letters can become a getaway
so the white gowns and fingers can get us off (the right exit)
and theyll lie the young faces down to sleep (you've made your grave now lay in it)
cackling in their own little hell. reading poetry and drinking down nightmares.
diseases are vomiting them up.
and the stench will be green ($)
and will blow over the fresh dirt mounds and blank stones.
and the muffled words behind those wretched hands will be "ipromiseipromise"
too graffic to grasp
too greedy to be grim