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

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.

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

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

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 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.

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 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.

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

Caress me sister wind and stop this hate.

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

Faith is intrinsic to humanity and the freedom to practice one's religion is a right no power can deny

Sometimes people who seem good end up being not as good as you might have hoped, you know?

Mediocrity would always win by force of numbers, but it would win only more mediocrity.

I started reading the big histories and the small histories, the memoirs and so forth. At some point, I found the diary of William E. Dodd.

Men almost universally have acknowledged providence, but that fact has had no force to destroy natural aversions and fears in the presence of events.

Forget what it was. Look at what it is.

You never really know if it's going to happen or not do you but the vision was always for [Karen Walker] to be a global niche luxury product.

Simply, there are many things I would like to do.

Sincerity is the highest complement you can pay

The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.