Tangle with the brain. Unravel with the heart.

Closed eyes are my seeing eyes. Open, they get carried away.

Complacency floated in like steam, grew fainter by the second, and vanished into the bloodstream, where it lives a robust life, undisturbed.

rallying around my thoughts with a pocket full of hope

It was the best of times, it clearly wasn’t the now of times.

The important thing is to be hated by the right people

Noticing and making art so the noticing never stops.

When you're a person with simple tastes swallowing a bunch of lies is near impossible.

it's a good day to rock some hope

"Well, look at you!" I say without offering any reflective surfaces to view your own visage. Thus, forcing you to open up your fourth and fifth eyes on the palms of your hands.

We have two trees growing inside, both getting ridiculously sized for our little house but they can’t survive outside and I cannot live without them. You guys on the couch just scrunch in a little.

Today, we rested. We finally learned how to let things be.

You don’t need my love to survive You never did Now loving yourself,luv.. that’s the trick

I don't do cries for help because I only really accept help from folks that are like Sherlock Holmes and investigate my need for help

Knowing the facts is not the same as embracing them.

*have not tried yours yet. A little new one of mine, when on a walk an notice a bee or two around a flower, (I read bees were gossips...somewhere :) I say, "Oh hi! Could you please tell your Queen I said hey?"

On a walk, whisper ‘I love you’ into the air, to leave a trail of low-hanging magic for the traveller overwrought with reality.

The examined life ain’t shit either.

Who up succumbing to entropy

My social batteries are made from the remains of expired extroverts. They work still but they're tired and need recharged often.

Today I tell all, for tomorrow may end all the confusion that made it an interesting story to tell in the first place.

the greatest impersonation i do is that of a normal person

They all laughed when I said I wanted to be a comedian; Well, they're not laughing now.

One dot, one line at a time, the details are the first to leave, like a mirage fragmenting into the emptiness of the road.

I have nightmares that I'm going to live way longer than I can afford to.

Let's embrace, fellow capitalist pawns, as we walk a deadline to our own demise.

the urge to numb myself out, but knowing it won't heal if i don't feel it

That awkward moment when you're peacefully hanging out in a dark corner of a big closet and have to announce your strangely lurking presence to someone who is coming into the closet while trying not to give them a heart attack

What’s with the monotony, life? Remove a character or two. Change the setup. Explore opulence, for instance.

really good at reopening wounds with blood curdling hope

I wonder if the cold enjoys being called brutal so often?

Upon reflection, I fully hated it.

The moment, well-adorned, passed as if no hurry, shoulder to shoulder with a throng of people in search of it.

When all else fails there's always the option of living in denial.

level up without tearing anyone down

In the rawest of the raw, the sorest of the sore, may you and I hear the heartbeat of the faintest of the faint.

Slicing up Sunday and putting it in to go boxes. Take one to enjoy in the middle of the week sometime.

The light is failing, as am I.

I just want to watch something beautiful emerge from nothing, for once.

wandering the halls of my mind picking up loose change

Nothing linear in the song of the soul, all haywire it goes, mixing up origin and conclusion.

Why bother learning the lyrics when you can just make up your own.

Some realities should've been demoted to metaphors a long time ago.

Gratification so delicious, all is forgiven.

When I can’t remember someone’s name, I imagine Don Pardo announcing them, and so far, not helpful.

I'd like a pet raccoon, who I would name Phillip, regardless of gender, so I'd have a cuddle buddy when I felt like reading. I'd read aloud to Phillip to keep them from falling into a life of crime.

I am predictable, like a firework, mere ash after the pyrotechnics.

Depression is well earned through trauma and tragedy.

as my forefathers did before me I am just trying to keep this shit-show together

When dancing with the right person, you don’t need music.