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. ‪

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.