Think of your life as wind through a doorway. Whenever you can, trade the bank for the river, the sky for the bird, your skin for pure light. Fuel your heart with single caresses, glances, the sudden visions of your life gone feral. Go to anyplace where there are more rivers than roads; trade your flesh for any moving water. Think of your life as a trigger, death in the target, something blazing inside your chest. -Michael Delp
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 05:57:52 +0000
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