“What is true today may not be true ten years from now; there is more truth, more certainty in the inquiry "What if?" than in the definite "It is”

“I fancy myself a writer. And writing, in its most eloquent manner, since time became a concept indoctrinated by true troglodytes, tickles my dong; it throttles my flume; it punts my epididymus to horizons fantastical.And not just writing bullshit; a few seemingly overused words to describe the belched bark of a goddamn sequoia, but actually writing. Writing to me is not about thinking, it's not about personality traits or hell, even the conveyance of feelings. Writing is like breathing to me. I have to do it. I have to inhale it and exhale it, no matter what comes in and likewise what comes out. Traversing the slopes of the soul, scratching that all but intangible itch, I find solace in the abyss of my complacency. It‟s not for recognition, not for income or monetary satisfaction. None of that really matters to me. The only thing that matters to me is finding the way to transfer a thought to paper; a heartbeat to the surface; a blink and a gasp to submissively correspond with the outcry of tangible suspense.”

“...a man’s ability to dream is the most sincere form of ambition he has in his arsenal, and the only true glimmer of one’s self one has. And if one is to ever lose that ability, it’s the same as losing one’s self altogether. To reacquire this ability, to gain a new sense of 'self', one must first die...only then can he be reborn, redefined, and ultimately rediscovered.”

“What's the difference between a woman and a psycho? A woman you can see coming a mile away (both on the streets and in the bedroom)....a psycho....she takes her time to spread her satanical, thorned-wings of feminine injustice until HOLY FUCK WE'RE GONNA NEED A BIGGER BOAT.........although actually, there really is no difference, now that I think about it.”

“With riddles as black as coals, and answers as invisible as our past, I can only depend upon the crest of the rolling wave I now traversed; a romance worshiped only by the dreamer in us all, a psithurism of trust making its way through the years of our ascension to one day climb above the kaleidoscopic canopy of this mortal coil.”

“Plans never go as planned, ever; that’s just how life is. People spend way too much time dreaming about a future they should be having more nightmares warning them against. But that doesn't mean you should let those bad dreams scare you away; all those nightmares want is respect. If you give them that, they’ll give you the space you need. Unless, of course, they’re the type of nightmares that have an appetite, then you’re fucked.”

“Music is the love child birthed from the boundless freedom found in dreams and the rapturous opposition faced in life; for that, we should be so grateful for both the light and the dark.”