Caress me sister wind and stop this hate.

I cry often. I cry and cleanse my face with my tears and swim to the center of it all. A center that I have written about a thousand times, forever etched into the porcelain.

I kiss the soil as if it is the last time I will recognize the beauty she has given the trees.

We make our own music. We paint our own future.

I would give my heart to the religious so that they may realize that god hates us all.

I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and walk the sand into a lake of stars, while never looking back.

I sense him smiling and laughing and looking at me with eyes of a thousand aborted children coming back to rightfully claim their life, to claim the earth.

Sadness is a moment in which the world took something from you. Depression is a lifetime of torment no matter what is said or done.

I rise from the moist crevice of thought, I beat on the shores of her holy body, I fall from the sky in silver sheets of sadness. Rise onto me my precious sun.

Her eyes burn like a match head striking my flesh with ferocity and precision to ignite the night with a divinorum induced dream.

Blood and wine are interchangeable. Love and hate are unrecognizable. Sanity is no longer with me.

A clever quote opens new paths in the minds of the clever!

Economy is the thief of time.

Evangelicals always assume that humor and faith are contradictory. It's OK to smile, to be nice, but not frivolous.

Palestinians never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity.

Too often we women try to tackle chaos that is not ours to fix.

The man who loves his wife above all else on earth gains the freedom and power to pursue other noble, but lesser, loves.

Christianity, whatever else it is, is an explosion. Unless it is sensational there is simply no sense in it. Unless the Gospel sounds like a gun going off it has not been uttered at all.

She is overtaken by a sensation of unbeing. There is no other word for it.

The kids would be thrown into the middle, to choose sides.

I want to be the Cecil B. DeMille of science fiction.