if I handed you the razor would you slice your own outter layer to have some pieces of skin in the game? I promise you that’s when it all opens up.

The old stories said there’d always be a porch light on for you to come home but the energy bill got high

I’ve watched masters work. Gifted genius individuals who delicately combine both inescapable foresight and ever-present gratefulness. It is a magic.

Creation and art and pure flow involve tapping into the side of Sanity that isn’t allowed in the Target self checkout line.

Walk up to the dealer, the green felt, the gamblers sitting around the table and ask, “can I wager my heart?” Don’t do it politely.

The white pill is that their life isn’t mine. It isn’t yours. And, above all else, they can revert back to Love as well. Turn your woman on, turn your man on.

I’ll write that once you jumped from the cliff’s edge, the breeze from the descent blew your hair in a way that would’ve sold a million consumer products.

The checkbox of love and the faith in other people.

top and bottom of the food chain and chef’s, looked at in a certain light, understand Good & Evil more than clergymen.

A conversation between two old friends with the smell of fake diamonds and cacti both floating in the air in our respective worlds. Yesterdecade.

Aquamarine water has the mind swimming in shallow thoughts. Blazing sun does nothing to ease an icy heart and the only solace I find is how easily

I thank the Spanish Moss. I do it in my head. My friends are in no place to listen to me speak to the vines today. We’re all on edge.

If the tiger bites down on them, let their last thought be an appreciation of the feline’s passion…

A scene of wide ranging emotions

If you need anything to do everything you’re a slave to that anything.

There was a killer on the loose! Deranged soul hellbent on filling the graveyard.

I stood frozen as I watched him poison the Christmas dinner.