What's your name? Um. . . Think about it. You don't get to pick again. Tris.
I love you on the surface of seas Red like the egg when it is green
Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
I believe in the pure Surrealist joy of the man who, forewarned that all others before him have failed, refused to admit defeat, sets off from watever point he chooses, along any other pat save a reasonable one, and arrives wherever he can.
Surrealism is based on the belief in the omnipotence of dreams, in the undirected play of thought.
It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.
The man who cannot visualize a horse galloping on a tomato is an idiot.
Reading is perception as translation. The inert signs of an alphabet become living meanings in the mind.
I pulled the oxygen tubes from my nostrils and raised the tube up over my head, handing it to Dad. I wanted it to be just me and just him.
It seems with every match I win, I get better-looking to other people.
To love you as I should, I must worship God as Creator.