IntoxicatedWith the madnessI’m in love withMy sadnessBullshit beggars, enchanted kingdomFashion victims through their charcoaled teeth
Despite all my rageI am still just a rat in the cage.
Like any good tree that one would hope to grow, we must set our roots deep into the ground so that what is real will prosper in the Light of Love.
I was trying to be this person who is cool, eternally rocking.
There are people out there who are older who are cool. I want that.
One thing I’ve learned to appreciate as I’ve gotten a little older is direct forms of communication.
I’m sort of like a lame, single guy in a red sports car.
I think a spiritual journey is not so much a journey of discovery. It’s a journey of recovery. It’s a journey of uncovering your own inner nature. It’s already there.
Calm, open debate, and logical thought drive strength to its maximum effectiveness.
You know Americans are obsessed with life and death and rebirth, that’s the American Cycle. You know, awakening, tragic, horrible death and then Phoenix rising from the ashes. That’s the American story, again and again.
I do not trust those who make the vaccines, or the apparatus behind it all to push it on us through fear.
Jesus teaches us to forgive and I’ve got to trust him on that one.