I want your sun to reach my raindrops, So your heat can raise my soul upward like a cloud.

“My heart is good, but still I am a monster.” “Among mankind,” says Beauty, “there are many that deserve that name more than you, and I prefer you, just as you are, to those, who, under a human form, hide a treacherous, corrupt, and ungrateful heart.”

“You must find me”, I repeated in the letter, feverishly penning so as to set the glass bottle to sail. “Our chance is fleeting; these manifested daydreams are losing their rhythm. The number of angles on my face is too large to count by hand, and only a pinch of them were exposed to you. [...]

I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and still I don’t know if I am a falcon, or a storm or a great song.

“It seems to me now that the plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don’t need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.”

[photo: Helmut Newton] I am the needle in your vein and I control you I am the high you can’t sustain and I control you I am the pusher I’m a whore and I control you I am the need you have for more and I control you I am the bullet in the gun [...]

Deryk Thomas

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one getting burned. Buddha Shakyamuni

[Nathan Spoor]