Fax me a fact and I'll telegram a hologram or telephone the son of man and tell him he is done. Leave a message on his answering machine telling him there are none. God and I are one. Times moon. Times star. Times sun. The factor is me. You remember me.

I'm usually trying to get back into the dream or analyzing the dream. And yeah, the days, most days begin like that.

I think that heartbreak is a good thing.

I surrendered my beliefs and found myself at the tree of life injecting my story into the veins of leaves only to find that stories like forests are subject to seasons

I feel pretty vulnerable all the time.

There's so much to be found in literature, especially if you don't have the money to travel or the means to get out of your neighborhood or get off work.

Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun