There are boneswaiting for names in the graveyards.Even the sun above us is dying, onelanded repetition of light at a time.

If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine.

If the sun rolled back like an eye, it would see the mind of God.

Darkness moves like a pack of wild dogs.The wind moves like a wounded animal.The ground must be full of teeth by now.

Winter is already a lost shape, forgottenin the ground. Instead, here is Springwith all the grace of a womansmoothing out her apron.

Consider, O Lover, my throatwhite as cigarette paper.The crushed lavender of my knuckles. My heart, a dulled needle threaded throughtoo many patterns.

That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suitedsun like a scotch in hand.

The rule is that if they have a weapon and want to take you someplace else, it is so they can kill you slower--Peter

Why we love with close heartsWhy we love with souls apart Let the love flow from hearts to souls, Let the world glow

I want to explore the world properly, to be able to write about and take pictures of all kinds of different cultures. Just be an explorer or adventurer. I also love extreme sports.

One of my favorite philosophical tenets is that people will agree with you only if they already agree with you. You do not change people's minds.

Don't go to work to work, go to work to prosper.

Some players get over-dependable on their coaches.

Body art isn’t a contest. The only person that has to like it is the person stuck with it for the rest of their life. As long as you love it when you see it, that’s all that matters.

Most of us can easily do two things at once; what's all but impossible is to do one thing at once.

Style is joyful if you allow yourself to have joy.

So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.