Thinking blocks thought. Or so the song goes.

They’ll push you until you pull them.

Mediocrity is merciless. Its fury devours eternity. The crown that can never be owned is the crown most coveted. Even at the price of one’s soul. – – – For Cecil.

Specialness is the devil.

Gentle reminder. It’s the worms that get you in the end.

God save us from envious women, weak men, and our own pride.

Close tabs. Log out. Switch off. Exist.

Ingesting the zeitgeist, producing pretty abridged versions, impressing neophytes, laughing all the way to the bank.

You can peg a narcissist easily by how quickly they appropriate anything they deem of value. Or how profoundly they desire to annihilate everything that resists appropriation.

Restrictions are only useful if they help us assess the space we’re in – inside and out. Otherwise, they’re just glorified chains.

Indie up front, corporate at the back. Biding time. Devouring souls.

We are creating universes of a thousand little possibilities in which the ones that materialize are the ones we more strongly believed will.

Art is condensed experience. Trends are diluted art.

The problem is, once we have something, we want everything.

Silver devil, jump-starting synapses, freezing neurons, unlocking sleeper cells, generating combustible free fall into absolute thought.

Using the tools of enslavement to fight enslavement must be one of the grandest illusions ever sold to the human race.

All these people, looking like rock stars, thinking like accountants.

Living in the space between tragedy, hope, and oblivion.

The shallow, burning pain of giving up on an opportunity for a false start.

The truth reveals itself in stillness. Once you accept it, action flows naturally. Lies require constant movement. Or endless planning.

What if moving on means falling off a cliff?

Light bleeding darkness // Darkness bleeding light (for Mapplethorpe)    

Even if you condensed all that I am into a space not larger than an eye of a needle – I would still not be as small as you need me to be.

Once you have been devastated, your currency is deemed valueless. The fate of countries, and people. In our beautiful world.

With philosophy, as with art, middle ground is always the most bare.

The heartbreak & joy of elegantly fighting a losing battle in an inelegantly rigged fight.

No one owns your time on Earth. They merely utilize your energy. Never undervalue a single breath you take.

People pay good money to be unconscious. Act the alarm clock at your own peril.

Some days it’s only recycled post, buried grief & lazy rhymes. These days are crucial. If you embrace them, you’ve got it made.

This planet, a strange house, haunted by souls unable to find an exit.

Her voice, pushing through the cracks in the pavement, daisies & dandelions, prickly weeds. Step on it & it will grow wherever your feet go.

The tough cookie stuffed with jelly & the crumbling flapjack with a stone inside.

Toxic raindrops covering the city, like miasmic holy water — Transmuting our collective breath into one perfect neon rainbow. ‪

The rich defining poverty. The healthy defining illness. The faithful defining reality. Rulers defining freedom. Liars defining the truth.

Revolution requires discipline. Otherwise, it’s just a tantrum. ‪

What connects us, separates us, when it reaches saturation. ‪

Grinding existence to the smallest particles, until our days become as smooth as sand.

Nature is cruel – it favors the strong. This is why it can never be the Creator. Always the created.

The fickle transience of beauty — Aimless brilliance, shallow strength. Manic heartbeat of holy unions Baring rows of rotting teeth.

Everything we despise in others, exists within us, as a possibility.

They might forgive intelligence, but they’ll never forgive influence.

Dragons have wings, too.  

You’re massaging my ego so well, that I fear for my soul. ‪

These days, if you want people to listen to what you say, you better look good. Otherwise, write for posterity. They’ll dig it. ‪