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“WE WILL HUNT FOR OUR TREASURE LIKE A CAT CHASES MICE AND ROLL LIFE’S DICE TO GAMBLE AND TAKE OUR MIND TO PARADISE”
“WE WILL HARDLY EVER ADMIT OUR REGRETS, BUT THIS IS SOMETHING THAT MUST BE DONE TO HAVE OUR MINDS RESET. UNTIL WE ARE THERE, WE WILL TRAVEL THROUGH LIFE WITH
â€œHe may have thought he was one of a kind, but there existed a twin. Because we he turned his binoculars he found me observing him.â€?
THOUGHTS ARE THE SHADOWS OF OUR FEELINGS- ALWAYS DARKER, EMPTIER, SIMPLER
I BELIEVE THAT ALMOST ALL OUR SADNESSES ARE MOMENTS OF TENSION THAT WE FIND PARALYZING BECAUSE WE NO LONGER HEAR OUR SURPRISED FEELINGS LIVING.
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ANTICIPATION: IN DRAWING, THE TRACE ALWAYS PROCEEDS IN THE NIGHT: IT ALWAYS ESCAPES THE FIELD OF VISION
“YOU ARE VICTORIOUS SO YOU RECEIVE A PRIZE OF MASSIVE SIZE, BUT IT WILL ULTIMATELY LEAD TO YOUR DEMISE, YOU LET OUT CRIES AND
INSIDE YOU WISH YOU COULD ARISE BUT NOTHING COMPLIES SO YOU ARE LOST, FINISHED AND CLEANED UP LIKE A TOOTH THAT HAS BEEN FLOSSED”
FLEAS INTEREST ME SO MUCH THAT I LET THEM BITE ME FOR HOURS. THEY ARE PERFECT, ANCIENT, SANSKRIT, MACHINES THAT ADMIT OF NO APPEAL. THEY DO NOT BITE TO EAT, THEY BITE ONLY TO JUMP; THEY ARE THE DANCES OF THE CELESTIAL SPHERE, DELICATE ACROBATS IN THE SOFTEST AND MOST PROFOUND CIRCUS; LET THEM GALLOP ON MY SKIN, DIVULGE THEIR EMOTIONS, AMUSE THEMSELVES WITH MY BLOOD, BUT SOMEONE SHOULD INTRODUCE THEM TO ME. I WANT TO KNOW THEM CLOSELY, I WANT TO KNOW WHAT TO RELY ON
“WE SEEK A HOME, JUST LIKE A DOG TRYING TO FIND A PLACE TO BURY HIS BONE”
“THE GREATEST CHALLENGE IS TO OPPOSE YOUR FATE,
CHANGING YOU TIMELINE FROM SOMETHING THAT WAS CONTROLLED TO SOMETHING YOU CREATE”
Though is not something you are able to turn on or turn off, It is something that is always there floating around like a moth. And to control these flows of though is what we must do first, Then we can make sense of this expanding universe. Sometimes we just sit and turn off all our senses, Then let our memories consume us and take us to past tenses. We think back to that feeling we got in october, or maybe it was decemeber or september, load and render, minds are just senders of information endevor that we keep with us forever. Put the past written papers in our binder so that the present is not a blur, but remember to leave some blank papers to write the future.