The key, is
that there are no keys...

Before he finishes his figure eight
he saw a side road so bright...

Looking into the paradox of distance and...
choosing between the destination...

You macerate me and
I create art...

The consumer is consumed
as consumption consummates...

Like a sponge that soaks
our share of moist...

Truth cannot be used as the mean of cruelty.
Love overrides all the human values & virtues...

He is so poor.
He has nothing yet honesty...

Nothing survives alone
if it is not particle of something else...

Safeguard your beauties
not in your masks...

Grace is a sublime state of consciousness
when the pebbles are eroded and round...

We
always forget what we...