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.
— Thought01122011
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