39 Quotes by A.P. Sweet

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

Caress me sister wind and stop this hate.

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

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