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wrote this a few months ago... still learning to record things, but I suppose that adds to the process of process art <3

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The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely.

Lorraine Hansberry

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Whenever I get somewhere, a poet has been there first.

Freud

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If a plant cannot live according to its nature, it dies; and so a man.

Thoreau

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We do no one any favors hiding our light and pretending to be smaller than we are.

Walking In This World

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recently I've been finding myself in a place where needing you is all I can take— and I can't hide that some days I look for you in her face— and it's easier for us to admit our longings in action with each other in between feathers the edges soothe me but spear me when they break through the sheet— but keep it on keep it on don't let it through— keep the distance between me and you— and I can't believe when I put my lips to yours all I could taste were chemicals and wars— how could I reach you to pull you out of the same thing that took your brother out— please believe me when I say I'm not different than you please believe me when I say I will always love you 

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I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen. There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book. While time, The endless idiot, runs screaming 'round the world.

Carson McCullers

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“Some beautiful paths can’t be discovered without getting lost.”

–Erol Ozan

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Lowell Birge Harrison

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The center leads to love. Soul opens the creation core. Hold on to your particular pain. That too can take you to God.

Rumi

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Dear God, I cannot love Thee the way I want to. You are the slim crescent of a moon that I see and myself is the earth's shadow that keeps me from seeing all the moon. The crescent is very beautiful and perhaps is all one like I am should or could see; but what I am afraid of, dear God, is that my self shadow will grow so large that it blocks the whole moon, and that I will judge myself by the shadow that is nothing.

Flannery O'Connor