I don't care what her name is. I don't care what mine is.

I don't have one.

Names get between people.

I want nothing between us.

Names are a form of language.

Language is a form of alienation.

Language is a desperate tool with which we've desperately clawed each other so we can bandage up and call the process getting to know you.

Language is a barrier between that which we know and that which we wish to share and I've got just enough cigarettes to share for the both of us and Austin at 3am isn't cold and sunrise is just around the corner and Austin's sunrise looks revolution-blood tinted red and Texas blushes in the morning and ain't that just ******' beautiful and so tragic it's comedy and thank my sweet Guadalupe she's not one for pleasantries.

Tell me one thing you know for the God-honest truth.

The ******* isn't good for you.

Tell me the most brilliant thing you've ever heard.

You can only know anything when you know you don't know ****.

Tell me the worst thing you've ever done.

*One time I found a way to tell the truth as a lie. It worked. Beautifully.