Actaeon

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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.

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