I Could See The Veins Through Your Skin Like A Map To Inside You. How Could Skin Be That Thin? I Was So Afraid You Might Drop And Break. I Stopped Breathing So You Wouldn't.
I Would Like You To Show Me, If You Can, Where The Line Can Be Drawn Between An Organism And It's Environment. The Environment Is In You. It's Passing Through You. You're Breathing It In And Out. You And Every Other Creature.
A Cigarette Is A Breathing Space. It Makes A Parenthesis. The Time Of A Cigarette Is A Parenthesis, And If It Is Shared, You Are Both In That Parenthesis. Its Like A Proscenium Arch For A Dialogue.
I May Not Be A Great Actress But I've Become The Greatest At Screen Orgasms. Ten Seconds Of Heavy Breathing, Roll Your Head From Side To Side, Simulate A Slight Asthma Attack And Die A Little.
To Elevate Abstract Doctrines And Dogmas Over Living, Breathing, Embodied Experiences Of God's Love And Grace, Then, Is Going The Wrong Direction. It's Taking Flesh And Turning It Back Into Words.
You're Here, You're Breathing, You Are The Recipient Of An Extraordinary Act Of Generosity Called Life.
Wherever You May Find The Inventor, You May Give Him Wealth Or You May Take From Him All That He Has; And He Will Go On Inventing. He Can No More Help Inventing That He Can Help Thinking Or Breathing.
Today Is A Goblet Day. The Whole Heavens Have Been Mingled With Exquisite Skill To A Delicious Flavor, And The Crystal Cup Put To Every Lip. Breathing Is Like Ethereal Drinking. It Is A Luxury Simply To Exist.
Decidedly It Will Never Have Been Given To Me To Finish Anything, Except Perhaps Breathing. One Must Not Be Greedy.
