Progress,

With the occasional death.

Here's to peace,

and those who get in the way of it.

- Fleabag

They'll come to you

with a secret name.

A history

of missing the point.

Every word

is a world unto itself.

Despair

is a lack of imagination.

And we can be anything

Even apart

Snail Mail - Pristine

The difficulty

of knowing.

A smile

without eyes.

We do not talk,

we bludgeon one another with facts and theories gleaned from cursory readings of newspapers, magazines and digests.

- Henry Miller

Competitive

truth-telling

The end

keeps coming.

This way of life

devours flesh. 

There is nothing bad about being wrong

Except the insistence on continuing to be wrong. 

Each pure thing, chained,

find reason to be named a beast. 

- Beast Wagon finale