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“Dreams are the book ends of reality. The intermittent escape existing before and after all things. We were dreams before conception and will be in dreams after we’re gone.” -M

The odor of combustion streams through the gusting onslaught. Melted mines and burning souls grapple. The mountebank fortuning* the pious hauteur to beguile in the effort we align. Victims in the chaos

I set my fingers out across your locks as a clef. A duet played on a whim and refined evermore. Valves fluttering semiquaver. The pianissimo echoes around every audience of my thoughts. All my strings

The candle maker wept head in hands. “I’m but a simple waxsmith, an heir of skills molded far before me.” The shop empty of patrons, dusty shelves with the remnants of molds, bulk wax blocks, rolls of

“Our lies are like rivers. In pleasant times they are easily navigated. But they always swell, bursting the banks and flooding destruction to areas beyond are own.” -M

It was In words I never spoke. Hands I never grasped. Eyes I never got to fly through. Dinner we never got to share. Places we never would visit. A dance in spot lights we’d never share. Memories we could

“The shortest love story I know is the glance you gave me as you walked by.” -M

“Rain often depicts gloom and sorrow that is unless you reside in a desert. Perspective is not reality, it’s how you see yours.” -M

Birds sing their song: both for the solitude of loneliness and the companionship of warmths. But, not till this dawn did I realize what the delicate melodies, upon branch and nestled in nest, were. That

Shadows on a brick wall. Wandering intoxicated. They move with us, one and all. A numb feeling so complicated. There they’re their own, whether short or tall. Lines generally defined by light saturated.

“The specter of destruction defines everything we build. What beauty in brittleness we could build if not for the fear of high winds, soft foundations and hungered flames.” -M

Our statues exploding and collapsing together in thunderfire. Hailing rocks that pelt, sting and crush. Such carved exquisites worshiped of flesh. We shall pile heaped as one desire. Impaling block that

Politics has become over run with chameleons. Displaying fancy colors to the approval of the whomsoever they intend to illicit support from. Oh how people love to see specific shades of their truth matching

“True freedom allows virulent dissent for the sole fact that any state of mortal existence is irrefutably flawed. Dissent is the only fail-safe against tyranny. When dissent is gaged and locked away, the

I’ve pulled the skies empty of clouds. Match and bellow, setting ablaze the clumped ethereal linen of sunlight fantasy. But it is so that atmospheric heights form yet more clouds. High clouds of frozen

“All the efforts of the gardener are ultimately weighed and judged solely by the weather.” -M

“The fantasy we accept is the reality we ignore.” -M

“Think not that the present is forever, but focus on the forever that is not yet present.” -M

“Failure is only found in the lies you believe.” -M