• Threefold blossoms: tenfold more than tenfold.

• To some, evolution branches humanity out into existence.

• The hatchling of a dream: the perpetual movement of the species.

Miscarea permanenta a vietii: visul pe care ultima geana de netrezire, de somn il atinge ca si cum ar sparge coaja unui ou.

• Waiting: the non-movement of movement.

• The noise in the mind -short-circuit- the straight line in life.

• In nature, corpses rolling in raptors' eyes reflect the sky: tearing off the flesh, the sky's tearing up.

• The night moth's freedom is viscerally acute as you hold the moth in closed hands.

• He was his own everything, yet she is his lost paradise.

• To meet God, to introduce yourself to Him, you won't stretch out a handshake nor will you bow. You'll only lend ears and knees will bend. You'll be praying.

• Words can bless or curse you, therefore you can love or hate them.

• Sing to nature and it will sing back.

• It's not the story that binds two people; it's what binds the story.

• You pass by. He raps as you do. It seems to be about you. Dedicated. And, then he calls out your name.

• Seek it, know it, preserve it, spread its wings but nothing of your essence too thin!

• I collect, I recollect.

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