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 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.

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.

Caress me sister wind and stop this hate.

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

It is through aversion to hardship that great ideas are born, but it is only through acceptance of it that these ideas can be implemented

A fake friend is someone that ridicules your feelings, steps on your emotions and gossips about you behind your back

Trouble makes us one with every human being in the world - and unless we touch others, we're out of touch with life.

And it only hurts when I'm breathing My heart only breaks when it's beating My dreams only die when I'm dreaming So, I hold my breath--to forget

Everyone is ready to receive this new blueprint. It's simple, easy, flowing. Nothing too complicated, and everyone will feel at home being able to come in and just receive this energy.

Do we want to be remembered as the generation that saved the banks and let the biosphere collapse?

In a chemistry class there was a guy sitting in front of me doing what looked like a jigsaw puzzle or some really weird kind of thing. He told me he was writing a computer program.

Imagine this guy hits Mike Hammer over the head with a wooden coathanger and knocks him out. You hit Mike Hammer over the head with a wooden coathanger, he'll beat the crap out of you.

Hydrogeology is not a simple discipline, .. It's full of variables that are always changing.

There are memories I a better off without. Things better lost forever.