The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but Size.
The thought process can never be complete without articulation.
Above, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe.
Theres a constant struggle going on about how much will be illegal and how much you will be free to take. Can we open the pharmacies? Can we put Valium and Percodan and those sorts of things out on the shelves? I wouldn't take it. I don't know.
It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.
I don't mean that creative people are somehow finer, or more sensitive, and thus have finer, more sensitive nervous breakdowns - you can save that horseshit for the Sylvia Plath worshipers. It's just that creative people have creative breakdowns.