A.P. Sweet, Dead, But Dreaming Quotes

Blood and wine are interchangeable. Love and hate are unrecognizable. Sanity is no longer with me.

We learn that all life is scarce yet abundant. Profane yet sacred. Loving yet hateful. Enlightened yet obscured. Isolated yet collective. That life is somehow derived from love.

I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon.

The moon makes love to the ocean and in this holy conception it gives birth to a little tide.

I would give my lungs to the fish so that they may rise out of the water and feel the wind.

I cry as the laughter inside me drowns and descends into the water with the ghosts of our union.

My thoughts are with you all. Forever conscious of the vast, absurd universe and writing my eternal story I shall remain dead, but dreaming.

Then, only then would she realize that the life that she created will extinguish with nothing to offer but the sorrow that she harvested in our souls and the holes that she dug in our hearts.

A good student learns from his teacher. A great student learns to teach himself.

Out here, the open night is my church, the trees are my congregation, the stars are my angels and the moon is the only god that I know.

I cry often. I cry and cleanse my face with my tears and swim to the center of it all. A center that I have written about a thousand times, forever etched into the porcelain.

Caress me sister wind and stop this hate.

Her eyes burn like a match head striking my flesh with ferocity and precision to ignite the night with a divinorum induced dream.

I rise from the moist crevice of thought, I beat on the shores of her holy body, I fall from the sky in silver sheets of sadness. Rise onto me my precious sun.

Sadness is a moment in which the world took something from you. Depression is a lifetime of torment no matter what is said or done.

I sense him smiling and laughing and looking at me with eyes of a thousand aborted children coming back to rightfully claim their life, to claim the earth.

I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and walk the sand into a lake of stars, while never looking back.

I would give my heart to the religious so that they may realize that god hates us all.

We make our own music. We paint our own future.

I kiss the soil as if it is the last time I will recognize the beauty she has given the trees.