Part of me wants to save up my money buy a Tenor Saxophone, and a huge amount bud and blow. Lock myself in my room and never talk to anyone again. Just get stoned and play saxophone all day.
You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t take your word for that.
Baked and depressed.
I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I...– Pablo Neruda