I know history. There are many names in historybut none of them are ours.

You a fever I am learning to live with

But damn if there isn't anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.

There is an empty space next to you in the backseat of the station wagon. Make it the shape of everything you need. Now say hello.

we are at the crossroads, my little outlaw,and this is the map of my heart, the landscapeafter cruelty

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together / to make a creature that will do what I say / or love me back.