sea shells shimmering at a glimpse of the ocean's depth

feel free to spit, laugh and cry. abominable children within jet black skies. eternal sunsets leading into pale moon eyes.

feel free to spit, laugh and cry. abominable children within jet black skies. eternal sunsets leading into pale moon eyes.

freedom is a state of mind

"Being an artist means forever healing your own wounds and at the same time endlessly exposing them."

"What if our religion was each other, if our practice was our life, if prayer our words. What if the temple was the earth, if forests were our church, if holy water the rivers, lakes, and oceans. What if meditation was our relationships, if the teacher was life, if wisdom was self-knowledge, if love was the centre of our being."

life is as hard as concrete and fragile as flesh

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Crippled and confused I am shriveled and derilect. Won't you be my Patti, won't you be my Smith. Come on little darling lets make a split, todays moonrise is just another reason to abandon ship.
At the bottom of the ocean time does slip, with water in my lungs I couldn't spit. Breathing in ounces of dissapointment and choking on death, suffocating amongst the urchins was easy, spending our time watching the sand blow by. Now todays come again and it aint any longer, poison slides down and tides me over, pausing to wonder, was there something I had to do here before I drown? or was I just meant to sit here and listen to the sound. Nevermind and never forget, it seems to be the reason why we sweat, I can feel the hot sun sitting upon my kneck, holding me down as it sets.

Like a ***** looking for a fix, the unconscious man sticks his nose where it doesn't belong, looking for energetic salvation but he's going about it all wrong.
You are not the supplier, not even number 2, just a crack fiend for vibes, with your little ***** spoon.
Forever a user and always an abuser, your rotting discoteque of flesh bleeds at the sight of salvation, all the kids dressed up in love are aware of your eternal damnation.
It won't be until you sweat, puke and die a thousand deaths that you are set free, forever an energy vampire until you breathe, breathe, breathe.




(alt.1 where he can't afford rent)

at first you sink, then you swim and then eventually you just walk right over that ****.

Your fathers screams, your mothers tears, burn them from the inside out. Purify your consitution and let the blood heal what you've gone without. It's the death of you that keeps them alive, follow the pain and pour love across the grain, let it sink into the suffering and weave the fabric back together again.

The book of life, is like this place where everything exists, and not everyone is on the same chapter, but some people are on the same page. The really good ones are reading the same paragraph as you but most of them are just somewhere in the book. You can flip through it like an encyclopedia or you can just take it word by word.

We're all looking for 3 things; love, community and truth. Once you stop looking and start being, expressing, and creating, you'll find it... It was there all along, everywhere you weren't paying attention to.

...nothing.

she had the eyes of a gypsey and a heart like a maze. slow danced we did through the bars smokey haze. twirled and whirled atop the dance floors creaky boards. Leaning in she whispered, eternity's forever but it's never felt so close.

She felt closer than epiphany, bigger than the galaxy, she was alive, and so was I. We kissed; We exploded, we imploded, we were one, we were everything.
We fell apart, we came back together, it was eternity...eternity in a moment.

don't let *** take yourmind, bound together, bridge space and time. make love lick your souls behind, let it know where it comes from.
be subtle and sweet, bleed only for the ones who put food on your plate, never dull your blade slaying wenches for french fries.

"if we all could just get ****, we woulndt have to care about being naked."

“A true friend knows your weaknesses but shows you your strengths; feels your fears but fortifies your faith; sees your anxieties but frees your spirit; recognizes your disabilities but emphasizes your possibilities.”

no sense fighting what is

A living breathing inauthentic dialect of amalgamated spirituality mixed with an ever so pervasive mix of tomfoolery and diluted astrotheology

An inexcapabley unexhausted aproproptraiton of extrapulated constipation
homeginzed and watered down to make it easier for the minds of the masses to swallow it down.

she told stories of the places she would go. we left notes at ever restroom stall, together we were the sunrise and sunset, we breathed into eachother like the morning dew.

It's not about what you do, it's about how much you enjoy it.

"cool" should come about from the life you live, not from pictures and magazines.

We ****** harder than a freight train, got lost in mountains of *******.
Life continues to unfold yet your spirits energy bars no hold.
I've seen you then, I'll see you again, wild spirits like ours burn the night thin.

They call it a decade but it could of been forever, as our bodies collided I felt my soul shiver, eternity unraveled in a heartbeats quiver. Magic like this has no place amongst mortals, but I'm glad it slipped through the veil and shot through the portals. Here and now I know the meaning of God, ones recognition of the other through the eyes of the lord.

Spill away and drift without, come along darling let's make time and space twist and turn inside out. Hold onto me and I'll never let you go, let's make a run on existance for the sake of the whole.