literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.

EPITAPH Now I'm not the brightest knife in the drawer, but I know a couple things about this life: poverty silence, impermanence discipline and mystery The world is not illusory, we are From crimson thread to toe tag If you are not disturbed there is something seriously wrong with you, I'm sorry And I know who I am I'll be a voice coming from nowhere, inside-- be glad for me.

This is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself one of them.

Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche?

I wish my father could be around.

The humiliation I go through/when I think of my past/can only be described as grace./We are created by being destroyed.

I believe one day the distance between myself and God will / disappear.