When reality hurts, make sure to soar above the dream-stained sky!

I fell like a celibate hustlerA stained & sullied spirit...Halfway between freaky and holy.

Everyone breathing is broken. Keep breathing light into them until the stained glass collage takes your breath away.

I should know better than anyone--you can't tell who a person is just from his looks.

I hate my body Hate what it remembers. Hate what it let him do.