Quotes by 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?

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

the heavens raped from our misuse of love