A.P. Sweet Quotes

#1. embrace this moment and
taste my breath
to take you away from inevitable death

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#2. The moon makes love
to the ocean
and
in this holy conception it gives birth
to a little tide.

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#3. Her eyes burn like
a match head striking
my flesh with ferocity
and precision to ignite
the night with a divinorum induced
dream.

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#4. I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and
walk the sand into a lake
of stars, while never looking back.

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#5. awake, then die
in the arms of a modified lover
sleep, then dream
in the absence of a tangible lover
envision, then sing
in the thralls of a hungry lover

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#6. 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.

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#7. We learn
that all life
is scarce yet abundant.
Profane yet
sacred.
Loving
yet hateful.
Enlightened
yet obscured.
Isolated yet
collective.
That life is
somehow derived from love.

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#8. runaway my phantom bride
and take your bouquet of poisonous flowers
float away specter
and take the rest of my desire

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#9. And if I consume another
mortal's flesh, will I like
god before me, shit a million stars upon
the naked, wretched sky?

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#10. Blood and wine are interchangeable.
Love and hate are unrecognizable.
Sanity is no longer with me.

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#11. I would give my heart to the religious so
that they may realize that god
hates us all.

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#12. A good student learns from his teacher.
A great student learns to teach himself.

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#13. nevermore will i lie in the wake of your ambivalence

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#14. 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.

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#15. My thoughts are with you all. Forever conscious of the vast, absurd universe and writing my eternal story I shall remain dead, but dreaming.

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#16. shall we dance into the perpetual torture of our union
once more?

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#17. the heavens raped
from our misuse of love

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#18. 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.

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#19. at night i loved her
at night i waited under the tarp
at night i watched her looking up at the stars dreaming
of a better time to
watch me

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#20. I kiss the soil as
if it is the last time I will recognize
the beauty she has given the trees.

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#21. We make our own music.
We paint our own future.

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#22. death is
the absence of love

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#23. 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.

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#24. i witness the birth
of the moon and her servants
walking the night sky pulling us into their wake

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#25. I cry as the laughter inside me drowns
and descends
into the water
with the ghosts of our union.

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#26. Because without the lows, the highs would
seem pointless.

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#27. I spread my fingers outward,
letting the knife tip of my
middle finger rip the sky as
it tares a rift in the moon.

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#28. 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.

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#29. I would give my lungs to the fish so
that they may rise out of the water
and feel the wind.

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#30. For this nirvana, I willingly
give in to the numbness of
my wrist.

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#31. Caress me sister wind
and stop this hate.

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#32. I'll search and I'll find her again
even if I have to swim in my own tears.

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#33. 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.

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#34. 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.

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#35. 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.

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#36. 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.

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#37. 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.

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#38. where does it derive its strength?
is it the blood soaked soil?
or the fear stained heart?

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#39. 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.

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