22 quotes found
“Don't ask me to pray, instead ask me to act.”
“Is it all just a psychotic dream? What is life?”
“I could be the drumbeat in your chest like madness before a storm swirling restlessly.”
“I could be that tenebrous enigma that floods out your words with sighs and frustration.”
“This revolution will be noted. It will be successful and above all, it will be in words.”
“A radiant full moon of silver hangs in the black sky, between the veils of misty clouds.”
“(...) pick up your axe, start at the rootsdon't miss the trunk, never forget:to end life truly and finallystart at the roots or end there.”
“Maybe I should stop while I'm aheadNay, I swim with sea-demons no sweet summer tuned radioover my sunless desertscapehow does it burn without the sun?”
“(...) ha! what is hope? a butterfly in a boxof demons, and nothing escapes the darkuntainted, a mockery of politics and greedstamped with treason and dipped inmyths and force-fed brainwashinggoing ...”
“The worst stories usually make you think: 'but nobody had to die'.These are called true stories.”
“As melancholia replaced the jarring of my invention, I sat.Unable to breathe in the smog I had created, unable to stand on my betraying legs, unable to howl at the heavens over my sordid soul.In th...”
“we met one strange summerin a regular tangle of sticky websyou had the air of angels sweet but I--drowned with the damned spiritsin lava oceans fearing your--foreign static frequency and grey-green...”
“All suffer and none should have to. But why not? If suffering makes life seem more real or more abstract, both circumstances are infinitely more bearable than the disturbing reality of mundane work...”
“The locals died and shrivelled with the autumnal leaves as their plastic, seasonal smiles faded with the last of the holidaymakers.”
“...few truly understood how disheartening it was to be cut off from worlds so strange and distant they remained to us fantasies rather than distant realities, too surreal and foreign to be touched....”
“His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapo...”
“Sometimes it can be as brutally overwhelming as a tidal wave flooding every orifice, the suffocation, the pressure, the immensity of this damnable depression like an ocean, unsurmountable. It swall...”
“She loves filming and taking photographs. I can imagine her making beautiful films in France or India or somewhere with a gorgeously colourful culture. She somehow reminds me of my favourite place ...”
“I could be the ceaseless mist that fogs your colourless eyes when you're lost in your universes.”
“The ocean cradles the bloodied moon in its aquatic arms like a mother holds her crying babe.”
