Fighting and writing’s deepest layers of beauty lie not only in the physical and mental realms of what we know, but also as an incognizable instinct, a realm we will never fully know but will forever feel.
How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms?
Fights begin and end with handshakes.
It’s cool when fashion recycles itself, it’s not cool when sustainable living does because it means there was (and is as I write) a period of absolute and possibly irreversible destruction.
We give up our backs and allow religious myths to apply the rear naked choke to our minds.
If pain is a pot of boiling water, humor can be the rising steam.
