La musique avant toute chose.

I am the Empire at the end of the decadence.

Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you.

The poet is a madman lost in adventure.

Music before all else, and for that choose the irregular, which is vaguer and melts better into the air.

Tears fall in my heart As tears fall on the town.

A poem is really a kind of machine for producing the poetic state by means of words.

Take eloquence and wring its neck.

Prends l'e loquence et tords-lui son cou! Take eloquence and break its neck!

A vast black sleep falls over my life sleep, all hope sleep, all desire.

I like this word decadent; all shimmering and purple and gold.

In a dark time, the eye begins to see.

The house burned in the fire. Her house. Her prison of lies and of denial. Her American dream turned nightmare.”~Unbreakable Heart

I have heard that Paganism is for broken people, but life cracks everyone in some way. We are a religion of healing people.

Without initiative, leaders are simply workers in leadership positions.

I just like to keep working and being able to pay my bills.

My mother was 45 when she had me, so when I was in high school my parents were the same age as my friends' grandparents.

I'm a bad girl. I always fall for good guys.

Irony limits, finitizes, and circumscribes and thereby yields truth, actuality, content; it disciplines and punishes and thereby yields balance and consistency.

I also discovered that you can get used to a man , much like you do a household pet!

Sameron adion aso I shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow