I Love You More Than My Own

I Had Something In My Throat. It Felt Like I Had Swallowed The Whole World.

Your Word Travels The Entirety Of Space And Reaches My Cells Which Are My Stars Then Goes To Yours Which Are My Light.

Pain, Pleasure And Death Are No More Than A Process For Existence. The Revolutionary Struggle In This Process Is A Doorway Open To Intelligence

Take A Lover Who Looks At You Like Maybe You Are A Bourbon Biscuit.

Painting Completed My Life.