Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbridges from emotional retractions and scalding marauders in the boiling oil of sour grapes.

Youth doesn't need friends -- it only needs crowds.

I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.

Maybe other people's ideas of us are truer than our own.

Nothing could have survived our life.

The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow - So Growl By doing what is right.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.