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  • #1
    Oscar Wilde
    “I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #2
    George R.R. Martin
    “A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

  • #3
    A.P. Sweet
    “My thoughts are with you all. Forever conscious of the vast, absurd universe and writing my eternal story I shall remain dead, but dreaming.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #4
    A.P. Sweet
    “I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and
    walk the sand into a lake
    of stars, while never looking back.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #5
    A.P. Sweet
    “And like my comrades, I too have
    tasted the bittersweet
    assurance that I
    would be okay with myself.
    And like so many others
    out there, I have given that
    dream away to the wind
    and its power over the trees.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #6
    A.P. Sweet
    “For this nirvana, I willingly
    give in to the numbness of
    my wrist.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #7
    A.P. Sweet
    “I wrote because of their inability to nurture me. I wrote to conceal the truth that life was filled with pain and that true beauty could only come from that pain. I wrote to simply disguise that pain.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #8
    A.P. Sweet
    “I cry often.
    I cry and cleanse my
    face with my tears and
    swim to the center
    of it all.
    A center that
    I have written about a
    thousand times, forever etched
    into the porcelain.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #9
    A.P. Sweet
    “Her eyes burn like
    a match head striking
    my flesh with ferocity
    and precision to ignite
    the night with a divinorum induced
    dream.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #10
    A.P. Sweet
    “And now that this body is gone and has been returned to the Earth, I assure everyone that psychic energy doesn’t die, it is recycled throughout the universe and will out live anything that we do as living beings. Flesh will decay, ideas won’t as long as you believe in them and someone believes in you.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #11
    A.P. Sweet
    “I cry as the laughter inside me drowns
    and descends
    into the water
    with the ghosts of our union.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #12
    A.P. Sweet
    “Then, only then
    would she realize that the life
    that she created will extinguish with
    nothing to offer but the sorrow that she
    harvested in our souls and the holes that she dug
    in our hearts.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #13
    A.P. Sweet
    “Sometimes at night
    when the moon is almost
    full and my hands go
    numb from writing, I cleanse
    myself of her poisoned love.
    I welcome the water, the
    inevitability of
    death and embrace
    the long painful road out
    of love.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #14
    A.P. Sweet
    “Blood and wine are interchangeable.
    Love and hate are unrecognizable.
    Sanity is no longer with me.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #15
    A.P. Sweet
    “I kiss the soil as
    if it is the last time I will recognize
    the beauty she has given the trees.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #16
    A.P. Sweet
    “Caress me sister wind
    and stop this hate.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #17
    A.P. Sweet
    “I sense him smiling
    and laughing and looking at me
    with eyes of a thousand aborted children
    coming back to rightfully
    claim their life, to claim the earth.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #18
    A.P. Sweet
    “I spread my fingers outward,
    letting the knife tip of my
    middle finger rip the sky as
    it tares a rift in the moon.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #19
    A.P. Sweet
    “And if I consume another
    mortal’s flesh, will I like
    god before me, shit a million stars upon
    the naked, wretched sky?”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #20
    A.P. Sweet
    “Out here,
    the open night is my church,
    the trees are my congregation,
    the stars are my angels and
    the moon is the only god that I know.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #21
    A.P. Sweet
    “And I would give my
    self to this light just to have my
    brother and mother
    by each
    other’s side. I would
    swim back to the
    ocean
    and birth a creature
    of acceptance; I would if it let me.
    I would give it all away.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #22
    A.P. Sweet
    “I would give my lungs to the fish so
    that they may rise out of the water
    and feel the wind.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #23
    A.P. Sweet
    “I would give my heart to the religious so
    that they may realize that god
    hates us all.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #24
    A.P. Sweet
    “Leave me to die a lonely death.
    An artist’s death.
    A writer’s playground.
    A painter’s background.
    A philosopher’s bread and butter.
    An endeavor that we
    all face. I just hope that
    I’m not the only one
    there.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #25
    A.P. Sweet
    “The moon makes love
    to the ocean
    and
    in this holy conception it gives birth
    to a little tide.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #26
    A.P. Sweet
    “I’ll search and I’ll find her again
    even if I have to swim in my own tears.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #27
    A.P. Sweet
    “I rise from the moist crevice of thought,
    I beat on the shores of her holy body,
    I fall from the sky in silver sheets of sadness.
    Rise onto me my precious sun.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #28
    A.P. Sweet
    “Sadness is a moment
    in which the world took something
    from you.
    Depression is a lifetime
    of torment
    no matter what is said or done.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #29
    A.P. Sweet
    “We make our own music.
    We paint our own future.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming

  • #30
    A.P. Sweet
    “A good student learns from his teacher.
    A great student learns to teach himself.”
    A.P. Sweet, dead, but dreaming



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