Its not that its ok or its wrong but its interesting and beautiful.
Alice's mouth was just a small mouse hole until she opened up inside.
My idea of adventure was a peg leaving a hole.
He said De Sade wrote boulders in a wilderness.
May my voice be the breath of an infinite rose orchard.
To write debts death can't cover.
His negativity was a flower garden one couldn't help admiring.
Silence is the mental space for flowers to grow.
Is formless beauty more beautiful than the most realised form of beauty?
Fragment I saw on the roof of an elevator in a dream: This is a helpful message for men who have wives but do not have themselves.
If I were to remember without limitations...
If you still have a love of breathing then death is probably not the answer. Only when you no longer are breathing is death the solution.
So that's what it means to be a creator. How vulgar.