Come … Dry your eyes, for you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerpints most clearly.
Dry your eyes
And let’s go home.
— Watchmen by Moore and Gibbons
It’s Friday, I’m in love.
Success. It’s all relative isn’t it?
I tend to forget sometimes
Sometimes I forget we share the same moon
— “Lunar Eclipse”, Thought111211
Life is trying to be good to you. Let it.
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he’s praying for a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench