i witness the birth of the moon and her servants walking the night sky pulling us into their wake

where does it derive its strength? is it the blood soaked soil? or the fear stained heart?

awake, then die in the arms of a modified lover sleep, then dream in the absence of a tangible lover envision, then sing in the thralls of a hungry lover

runaway my phantom bride and take your bouquet of poisonous flowers float away specter and take the rest of my desire

at night i loved her at night i waited under the tarp at night i watched her looking up at the stars dreaming of a better time to watch me

shall we dance into the perpetual torture of our union once more?

the heavens raped from our misuse of love

Time is a structured perception towards observable changes.

Beautiful gifts sometimes come wrapped in ugly paper.

You might plan how you sleep but you can't plan how you wake up. He who plans how to sleep is a Planer, he who plans out to wake up is a Dreamer.

Your body hears everything your mind says.

Style is to see beauty in modesty.

I can't go to war with paparazzi.

I believe that if we had would keep our dirty, bloody, dollar-crooked fingers out of the business of these nations so full of depressed, exploited people, they will arrive at a solution of their own.

All that I've lived I've forgotten, as if I'd vaguely heard it. All that I'll be reminds me of nothing, as if I'd lived and forgotten it.

But gamblers know how a man can sit for almost twenty-four hours at cards, without looking to right, or to left.