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All one need do is step outside in the nighttime, gaze upon the stars, and know “it’s good to be alive.”
It is good to be alive. 723 more words
A Bug Lands in Brooklyn. Trust and Loyalty are Paramount. Whirlwind. Life is Love. Love is Life. Death is the End of Life. Death is not the End of Love.
2014.May.03(Sat) – 2:41 pm – Brooklyn, New York
[A bug lands on my forearm].
Look at this bug on my forearm. My immediate instinct is to blow it away back into the void. 528 more words
Girl With Tattoos. Love Is Not. The Priest Wears Black. Death to the Self. Love is a weeping in the rain. Cigarette flickering. Relight.
– Brooklyn, New York
- 8:09 pm
Girl With Tattoos
I see a girl with tattoos and certain earrings, plugs, spacers, dressed in black, dark attire, makeup—and what do I see? 328 more words
Barcelona…Venice…Rome. The Sistine Chapel—what beauty man can create. The sculpture “La Pietat,” so lifelike. Would they but move, moan the agony… St. Peter’s Basilica—a testament to the faith of a people, of Christianity, tribute to God and Christ. 1,762 more words