She stayed beside me until I slept waveringly brilliantly hooded in diaphanous scarlet and occasionally she left an imperative written in lipstick on my dusty windowpane. BE AMOROUS she exhorted one night and another night BE MYSTERIOUS Some nights later she scribbled WHEN YOU BEGIN TO THINK YOU LOSE THE POINT.

Faith determines your destiny not your reality.

Gold is pure but the mind is more precious unfortunately the mind doesnt always realize how is precious it is that it ends up becoming the slave to make gold without even knowing what it is choosing.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat I might actually get some sleep.

Lets not cry about it shall we Marcy Lets pray about it instead. A Passion Most Pure

Do I dream you Or you dream me Or does someone something bigger than all - her hands swept the vast constellations above them - this beauteous calamity dream everything we see and more

It takes a spiritual soldier to maintain salvation.

Money should be ones demand and command One should not become slave of Money

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest trapping us both in a stainless cage.

Lets not cry about it shall we Marcy Lets pray about it instead.