YOU YOU YOU your eyes, thick as a high school scrapbook crackling and yellow, curling at the edges a book of myths in which i do not appear.

It's so hard being goth. You have to have a bad time everywhere.

Morning breaks. So do bottles and bones.

There's so much I should say, so many things I should tell him, but in the end I tell him nothing. I cut a line and my losses, and I light a cigarette.

There's so much I should say, so many things I should tell him, but in the end I tell him nothing.I cut a line and my losses, and I light a cigarette.

YOU YOU YOUyour eyes, thick as a high school scrapbook crackling and yellow, curling at the edgesa book of myths in which i do not appear.

The movementOf the body isWhere poetryBegins

I felt old. Again. It had been happening a lot lately. I did not live the life of an old lady, but I could hear it beckoning to me, like a mermaid on a rock."— Michelle Tea, "Paris: A

God has received us into His family, He is the possessor of everything

Without you there would be no me. I am everything reflected in your eyes. I am everything approved by your smile. I am everything born of your guidance. I am me only because of you.

Painful experiences are like scars in our minds. Some have healed and been forgotten. Others are there as a reminder of what we have been through…

Discouragement is root of distress.

A few guys will get up there with turntables as purists, to play vinyl or whatever.

I don't believe in hostile moves. I don't believe they carry any value.

We are all wired into a survival trip, now.

He that does a base thing in zeal for his friend burns the golden thread that ties their hearts together.

I'll play any man from any land any game he can name for any amount he can count…Provided I like it!

Life in this world is short. Let us make use of our lives in the pursuit of happiness and not trouble.