Today is your wright-time. Anything worth writing will be or has been written already. A great story chooses its writer lest no wright should boast. Just write If you dont you will come right in contact with your thoughts someplace soon.

World is full of people waiting to pursue their passion if given a chance. Unfortunately the chance will not be given it needs to be earned.

Every answer I seek lies within me. Any outward seeking for my answers can only take me as far as my inner self permits.

I had a dream about you. You were Mickey Mantle and I was a fireplace without a mantle. I didnt like baseball so I kept telling you that you could do something productive with your life like becoming a Tupperware salesman.

There was a crash like the falling parts of a dream fashioned out of warped glass mirrors and crystal prisms.

Ones longing is not so much there for sense-gratification profit and self-preservation instead ones karma is there for no other purpose than inquiring after the Absolute Truth.

I had a dream about you. You were drinking apple juice and I was drinking horse piss though the spectators in the stadium couldnt tell who was drinking what even though one million dollars for guessing correctly was on the line.

I had a dream about you. We were both surrounded by poor people but there was one big differenceI was poor but you were rich. Thats why I was shocked when you tried to rob me. After all I was one of many who voted you into power.

Dreaming and self-esteem are the only things to make one extraordinary....

Girl dont let your dreams be dreams. You know this livings not so hard as it seems.