I'm not intimidated by how people perceive me.
The race is long. It is better to drive within oneself and finish the race behind the other than it is to drive too hard and crash.
These are things that only dogs and women understand because we tap into the pain directly, we connect to pain directly from its source, and so it is at once brilliant and brutal and clear, like white-hot metal spraying out of a fire hose, we can appreciate the aesthetic while taking the worst of it straight in the face. Men, on the other hand, are all filters and deflectors and timed release.
. . . you have to reach for things beyond your grasp, or what is heaven for
Those monkey-thumbs were meant for dogs. Give me my thumbs, you fu**ing monkeys!
That which you manifest is before you. The visible becomes inevitable. Your car goes where your eyes go.
It’s so hard to communicate because there are so many moving parts. There’s presentation and there’s interpretation and they’re so dependent on each other it makes things very difficult.
If you've ever watched anything that I do, and you completely give it a chance and take the blinders off, and you'll understand that the underlying theme of everything I've done has been about forgiveness, learning to move on.
We grasp because God does. We create, and fall short, because God does. We continue creating because we fell short, and fall short again, because God does. Because one act of creation, one attempt at capture, is only one breath and we must breathe again. And again. And again. Here we stand (and sit and sleep), the many images of the Imager, and we can do no other.
Time is change; we measure its passage by how much things alter.
Control is an illusion.