"To dream that you are cutting your hair suggests that you are experiencing a loss in strength. You may feel that someone is trying to censor you."
Sour is my mind from what you sow.
How I let it grow.
You’re not an animal
I surrender to liquid arms.
u no wuts shit?
many things r shit.
"Anyway," said Amy Fibbens, "we have had a talk. About a lot of things."
It was quite right. They had talked about almost everything, because words occasionally will rise to the occasion and disgorge whole worlds.
All that I wanted, all that I needed, all that I wanted, was to be alone.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…
Artists make the way of the world accessible to the rest of society.
Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.
I do not approve of anything that tampers with natural ignorance. Ignorance is like a delicate, exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone.
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.