The universe breaths in;
the universe breaths out
on the slowest beat
of sound…
The starlight’s rise;
the grasshopper dives
in the greenest field
around…
We all rise;
we all dive;
I could taste the *western wind*
afar…
Even him
and his dog
are staring at
the moon
in their
fictional
life.
S
Mmmm… This is probably my brand new favorite in his “I Lego N.Y.” collection…
“The only obligation any artist can have is to himself. His work means nothing, otherwise. It has no meaning.”
– Is chocolate bad for me?
– Are you crazy?! HEL-LO-O?!! cocoa bean… another vegetable… it’s the best feel-good food around!
Go *0% Plastique*…
“There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.”
… And she’s sitting on the same old chair… looking outside the foggy window, watching the snow fall in thirteen different shapes… the truck turns into the narrowest street and the only warm soul is the hot dog mate under his *yellow* shield…
The clock
is
ticking
11:39:41
42
forty three,
four
and
five
tick
and
tock
F$^%in’ hell!
she has
*butterflies*
all around her;
drowning down
in her mind,
her own soul
and
her veins.
S
– So let’s hope something good happens soonish.
– The good has already happened in your heart cause you have a soul.
– Hmmm…
– Oh, yes!
“When you are dealing with the blackest side of the human soul, you have to have someone who has performed heroically to balance that out. You have to have a hero.”
— Ann Rule
The room is frozen with nonsense;
full of irrelevance not less than a harsh poke
right into my head.
My words to you:
Your quietness does not bother me;
it only makes my smile wider than
yesterday.
S
