Man cannot remake himself without suffering,
for he is both the marble and the sculptor.
~Dr. Alexis Carrel
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- MY DEFINITION OF TRUE LOVE.
- BABY-BURGER!
- HEARTS AND MINDS AND WINDOWS AND SOULS.
- SOMETIMES
- ZION TRAIN IS COMING OUR WAY.
- ANOTHER WOODY ALLEN GENIUS.
- PRETTY!
- YES!
- MYSTERIES KEEP LIFE INTERESTING AND WORTH LIVING.
- FABIAN PEREZ.
- GOODNIGHT AND GO -- IMOGEN HEAP
- OH BUT...
- MAYBE
- BUMP DE BUMP
- ESCAPE!
- OH MY GOODNESS!
- BOX OF TREASURES
- MONET.
- HOW TO CALM BUTTERFLIES FLUTTERING.
- OH MY FUCKING GOD.
- EROTOMANIA?
- WHILE TALKING TO A FRIEND..
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- LOVE IS BAFFLING.
- NEVER THOUGHT
- ROY LICHTENSTEIN.
- LYRICAL MELODIES STRINGING HEARTS.
- POETIC PSYCHOBABBLE.
- GYPSY SPIRIT.
- IN NEED.
- RAPHAEL SAADIQ.
- GOOD OLD REVISITS.
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HELLO, HOW DO YOU DO?
My writing is painting with letters. It reflects the thoughts fluttering throughout my body. It is a mirror image of my frantic and hurried soul searches. It is what I feel today, what I want to feel tomorrow. It is my search for the truth, for true love, for the realities of life hidden in layers of lies. It is nothing but what I feel in the moment--the laughters, the joys, the cries, the fears and most of all, the moments of pure peace.
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