We who were loved will never
Unlive that crippling fever.
One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.
Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see.
The egg has a perfect form even though it comes out of a butt.
I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.
(Source: decaying-organic-matter, via paganbuddha)
amethyst-toothed lumps of rock, less glaucous than gray, waves too sluggish to break into foam, marine rococo, coral crucifixes in a shop window, unripe orange peel on the old, slate-blue sidewalk, I am fond of Fialta; I am fond of it because I feel in the hollow of those violaceous syllables the sweet dark dampness of the most rumpled of small flowers, elaborate-looking things with a lunar gloss, large pale sponges in a blue vase were dying a thirsty death, gray day saturated with a vernal essence , more mouth than meaning, perfect ex libris for the book of our two lives, ephemeral worries between trains
To be stupid and selfish and to have good health are the three requirements for happiness.