Hey. Just so you know: the best of you I like more than you think.

just thought I’d let you know, fucker.

…to do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it.

…long ago, among other lies, they were taught that silence was bravery.

anything that contains the joy of original energy.

I have been alone but seldom lonely. I have partaken of the well of myself and the drinks were good, the best I’ve had, and tonight sitting staring into the darkness, I know the darkness and the light and the in between.

the luck of the goodness arrives with accepting the unwanted:

and from the best of the strange ones perhaps nothing….they are their own paintings their own books their own music their own work.

…they had not noticed the magic.

if it doesn’t come rushing out of you, don’t do it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait. if it never roars out of you, do something else.

when it is known to you truly, it will do it by itself and it will keep doing it until you die or it dies in you.

surely there must be a way we have not yet thought of. who put this brain inside of me? it cries it demands it says that there is a chance. it will not say “no.”