A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"We learn that all life is scarce yet abundant. Profane yet sacred. Loving yet hateful. Enlightened yet obscured. Isolated yet collective. That life is somehow derived from love."
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"We learn that all life is scarce yet abundant. Profane yet sacred. Loving yet hateful. Enlightened yet obscured. Isolated yet collective. That life is somehow derived from love."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a rift in the moon."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"The moon makes love to the ocean and in this holy conception it gives birth to a little tide."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"I would give my lungs to the fish so that they may rise out of the water and feel the wind."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"I cry as the laughter inside me drowns and descends into the water with the ghosts of our union."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"My thoughts are with you all. Forever conscious of the vast, absurd universe and writing my eternal story I shall remain dead, but dreaming."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"Then, only then would she realize that the life that she created will extinguish with nothing to offer but the sorrow that she harvested in our souls and the holes that she dug in our hearts."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"A good student learns from his teacher. A great student learns to teach himself."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"And if I consume another mortal’s flesh, will I like god before me, shit a million stars upon the naked, wretched sky?"
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"Out here, the open night is my church, the trees are my congregation, the stars are my angels and the moon is the only god that I know."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"Leave me to die a lonely death. An artist’s death. A writer’s playground. A painter’s background. A philosopher’s bread and butter. An endeavor that we all face. I just hope that I’m not the only one there."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"And now that this body is gone and has been returned to the Earth, I assure everyone that psychic energy doesn’t die, it is recycled throughout the universe and will out live anything that we do as living beings. Flesh will decay, ideas won’t as long as you believe in them and someone believes in you."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"Blood and wine are interchangeable. Love and hate are unrecognizable. Sanity is no longer with me."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"Her eyes burn like a match head striking my flesh with ferocity and precision to ignite the night with a divinorum induced dream."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"I rise from the moist crevice of thought, I beat on the shores of her holy body, I fall from the sky in silver sheets of sadness. Rise onto me my precious sun."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"Sadness is a moment in which the world took something from you. Depression is a lifetime of torment no matter what is said or done."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"I sense him smiling and laughing and looking at me with eyes of a thousand aborted children coming back to rightfully claim their life, to claim the earth."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"And like my comrades, I too have tasted the bittersweet assurance that I would be okay with myself. And like so many others out there, I have given that dream away to the wind and its power over the trees."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
"I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and walk the sand into a lake of stars, while never looking back."
A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming
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