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. ‪

Whoever gets their sticky fingers on the wheel of collective consciousness inevitably starts running it as their own private fiefdom.

If the times compel me to be what I am not in order to survive, I will change the times. ‪

The wound heals itself through forgiveness conjured by the majesty of courage. Courage is accepting the truth while defying its cruelty.

They left me here with a pen, paper & a compass, demanding a miracle.

The world mirrors us, reflecting a likeness that seems perfectly accurate. Yet, it’s not. It’s the exact opposite of what we are.

In the end, like most people with great talent and a great ego, she chose great ego.

Detours inside the rabbit hole often lead to uncharted communal territory of pure terrestrial dread. Even in the parallel world, check your map.

We’re not surfing the net. We’re caught in a net. Soon to be lunch.

Feed the beast just enough for it not to devour you.

The dark blood of revenge, closer to rot than to life.

Nothing can exist in this world without structure. Embrace it. It’s beautiful.

Tiny venomous darts from lesser foes don’t kill you instantly, but exhaust you to death. Endgame is the same. Never disregard the petty man.

It comes as a distraction, and stays as a habit.

I’ve built my house on a rocky cliff, out of steel & stone. Its base is deep, its walls are tough, but the ground I chose was wrong.

The aim of a near-death experience is to absolve you of a near-life experience.

Silver beings of dubious origins & faint intentions, living in a shoebox underneath my unmade bed, peopling my dreams, devouring sunlight.

Liberation comes when we let go of our need for immortality.

A bullet traveling in slow motion, the love that might have been. Shallow grave of extraordinary circumstance. A murdering cold gun.

An esoteric millennium breeding mechanical minds. Last outpost to eternity. Running out of breath. Beautifully failing.

It’s the dark heart of the beast that holds the greatest conviction. Unyielding, unrepentant, despising creation. Destruction is its glory.

Better to be broken than empty; wounds heal, but no void bears fruit.

The illusion of love is the ultimate aphrodisiac. And the deadliest poison.

Every obsession you have creates an abyss of probability.

The sages dress as a clowns not for your entertainment but for their protection. (with gratitude to ‪Oscar Wilde‬)

Advising people not to pursue what they clearly excel at is a most devious crime, often embraced by the victim, mistaking envy for concern.