“We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessedby our own seed & hairy nakedaccomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.”
“…we’re all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we’re all blessed by our own seed & golden hairy naked accomplishment(Sunflower Sutra)”
“We're all golden sunflowers inside.”
“We're all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.”
“We're all the heroes of our own tales. Even villains.”
“If we're growing, we're always going to be out of our comfort zone.”