“Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.”

- Henry David Thoreau (Walden)

Broken sky mirror,
blue-shadowed snow,
June is far now,

hold while you can; show
bare of branch
stark of stalk:

ache us to know.

Winter Vocative by William Bronk

Because it's okay to fall down, it's okay to crumble. I've seen this before. You said you wanted to crawl down deep inside, but at this point, after last year, I'm happy to be alive.

So what if your friends think I'm crazy? Well, I wasn't trying to impress those girls anyway. They're all theory, no action. And where I'm from, we live like the latest attraction.

“Who is more real? Homer or Ulysses? Shakespeare or Hamlet? Burroughs or Tarzan?”

- L’Envoi Chapter in  The Number of the Beastby Robert A. Heinlein

“If you’re the bird, then I’m the worm and it’s plain to see. That we were meant to be.”
The Bird and The Worm ; Owl City

I just love anything that makes me laugh. I think that's important: those stomach-wrenching, jaw-hopping laughs that you can taste inside and out. Feel them, and let them out.

Maybe there’s not a lot of air up here in the mountains because it’s the closest place in the world to heaven.

People who hate to read scare me; good books are what's kept me alive.

It was a bright afternoon out in front of your school. You walked down the steps. And I loved you. 'Cause I could see your heart. You held it before you for everyone to see. And I worried that it would be bruised or torn. And more than anything in my life I wanted to keep it safe, to warm it with my own.

“But we’re older now and oh, we’re ever hopeful:
I’ve got a feeling that the dash is going to make up for the trouble.
Now it’s roaring noon and it’s a celebration,
And we gallop through the city, you’re the chief investigator.”

If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's,
we'd grab ours back.

I feel no sympathy. You live inside a cave! You barely get by, the rest of us are trying. There's no need to apologize, I've got no time for feeling sorry.

And there's only four seasons, but even the best of us fall. She says hold me up darling, because I can't see straight. Been drinking again and staying up late. Hope you understand that it's just that time of year. And there's only four seasons, but these feelings are always here.

"Get out of your bedroom, and stop being so upset. Just because you're not seeing him doesn't mean the night is over. You and me, we're going to go out together.. get you something you like. If he wont treat you like you deserve to be treated, well there will be another one who will. I hate seeing you like this. You're a beautiful girl, you've got a beautiful smile.. you have no reason to be sad. You've always done everything for him, and if he doesn't know how to appreciate you and treat you right.. then someone else will. "

from Harry Potter.

also from Harry Potter.

Junk is the mold of monopoly and possession.  Junk is quantative and accurately measurable. The more junk you use the less you have and the more you have the more you use. All the hallucinogen drugs are considered sacred by those who use them but no one ever suggested that junk is sacred. There are no opium cults. Junk is profane and quantitative like money. Junk is is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. No sales talk necessary. The client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy... The junk merchant does not sell the product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to the product. He does not improve and simplify his merchandise. He degrades and simplifies the client.

But she don't recall much more
She lived a contagious youth
Still she swears she has no past
She said she don't take love
'Cause that high it never lasts

When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

You're breathing so I guess you're still alive even if signs seem to tell me otherwise. Won't you come on a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you. I need you to feel this. I need this to make me whole. Release in sodomy. For I am your witness and blood and flesh can be trusted. And only this one holy medium brings me peace of mind.

You make my life stand still for a moment
You make this chaos stop for only a second
You calm me down for as long as i need
And you love me for me, not matter how hard that may be

Don't ever be afraid to come to me with stuff like that. The simple fact that you actually seem to give a crap is the reason I took an interest in you to begin with. It's why I trust you. It's why I trust you as a person.

We did not change, as we grew older. We just became more clearly ourselves.
 - Andy Warhol

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.

We love the things we love for what they are
-Robert Frost

We fell in love with the windows rolled down, chasing the sunset through another empty town

Music is everybody's business. It's only the publishers who think people own it.
- John Lennon

Sometimes I take humor seriously.
Sometimes I take seriousness humorously.

Don't you know that dreams are fragile things?
- A Troll In Central Park

“What you make of me is what you’ll carry for the rest of your life.” —  Charles Manson

no i'm nothing
just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs
of violence of love and of sorrow

we wont call or write or regret all the things we did
the weight of us was always a cross to wear

weighed down by the fears of our fathers can't stop us now
because
waking up with the road moving under our feet
is what moves us

References to common sense have no place in times like this.
Trust me friends, I’m a fan of sleeping,
but tonight adventure conquers dreaming.

I was deceived by the waves
And the sand along the coast
I was deceived by the sea
And I never can go home

Opinions of nocturnal love, without poet’s charm or wit,
misunderstood to passers by, but loud and clear to misfit kids.

Nothings ever gonna stand in my
Nothings ever gonna stand in my
Nothings ever gonna stand in my way again

I walk these streets for miles
I'm holding back these tears in style
I feel you burn inside me

"I can't find the heartbeat in this city."

A suitcase
Is a nice place
For a young man to call home
There just ain't no where to hang your hat from
The wrong taste and the right place
Will burn an image on your tongue

The voice behind these verses
Is still so far from perfect.
I don't want to let any of you down.

Don't let it fool you.
Don't let it fool you.

I left my body to the night forever
And I'm never going to pray for this world
It’s too loud, it’s too crowded, too bitter to swallow

"Where demons dare sleep you will find me dreaming,"

You're going down, like it or not.
You're going down, like it or not.
You're going down, like it or not.

“But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing; the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up if you love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky. But believe me- it’s better to look at the sky than to live there. Such an empty place; so vague. just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear…”

Byzantium, I come not from,
But from another time and place
Whose race was simple, tried and true;

As boy
I dropped me forth in Illinois.
A name with neither love nor grace
Was Waukegan, there I came from
And not, good friends, Byzantium.

- Excerpt from “Byzantium” by Ray Bradbury