more cloth! for the project! more cloth!
spinning chaos comes crashing down into vision. dirtied states become pure on site and the once, untainted pure style (beyond this language) shall be deconstructed, no, rather disaasembled to be exact. and yet the sources of the burgeoning beauties comes surging and pouring forth from the depths of the oceanic feelings of a thousand generations who may not understand at all.
i like things that were made to die.
don’t be silly about sarcasm.
guess what? you don’t know everything. partly because there is nothing to know, but there are also other factors.
how does lust support the ego?
how is alcoholic escapism different from meditative escapism? or how is alcoholic presence different from meditative presence?
not one day of my life have i followed my heart and instead have set about discovering what heart is.
i don’t believe in being opposed to things…hm…oops!
and then you will see that even the universe has never lied.
im not sure if it’s even my right to judge even what some would consider to be the evilest man.
i can only be either deep or funny.
it’s not that you deserved it, but to what extent have you played your cards right?
a stealth buddhist hidden in the heart of buddha.
depth without irony is not depth.
i write lessons that i need to learn before i’ve learned them.
i find evidence of myself in places i’ve already been.
one grief is no greater than another.
