Lying and Telling the Truth
( over and over again and other true and real things)
Some lakes are very old men. They need songs. And an apple to peel. something to do with their hands. They get bored and take ships down for fun, as they have been around since quite some time and cannot understand our sorrow.
Your house is filled with sprites. They will freeze your laughter if you are not careful, and the shards will get caught in the knit of your sweater. keep the floor clean so they can go dancing in the midnight hours. light a candle if you care
The sun enjoys a show every now and again.
Submerging yourself in an unknown language can change the colour of your thoughts.
The winter months get sad when you speak of them so cruelly. They never meant themselves for coldness, they ask you to indulge the night.
My firstborn daughter will be brought into this world with a single pearl closed in her tiny pink fist
If you catch a falling leaf in your mouth fortune will surround you.
Clever ghosts disguise themselves as cats and wander between towns carrying stories on their backs. Feed one a pat of butter and perhaps you'll be rewarded.
The rest of the world is deleted when you go into an elevator. If you weren't wearing your clothes from the outside world the dream would forget what to render next.
For every insect you take back outside you get a single wish, but it can only be spent on something of equal or lesser value. Ask for anything larger and you'll have to grant it yourself.
When my mom gave birth to me, I was a starling. Loud, wet, and wanting far and away.
Stone has a memory. Better than our own. Never forgotten, only destroyed.
A strong, strange mood can be lost by wandering.
We will become stars again. But that's a long way from now so it's better to repair the hole in the seat of your pants.
If nothing is changing, stay up the whole night and greet the morning colours with eyes drenched in hot sleep. You’ll meet a woman next week. She’ll be more of a well than a spring. She will point out a memory growing behind your ear, and from there your walk grows stronger.
If nothing changes, refine the sameness. Its what the clouds do.
If nothing changes, steal a name for yourself and live as a stranger until it becomes familiar. Do it again until you've come back to some sense of home. It's what the earth does.
“Should” and “could” will clog your spirit.
Willows grow to bend. Oaks grow to stand. People grow to make.
Shadows are coy, they slip from under you and complain of their position.
To grow tall and fine, take your truisms with breakfast.
Spring is the fairest of seasons but it gives itself way too quickly.
Bathing in your clothes will restart that heart fire you fear is dying
Joy is not limited by human experience. We are very dumb and selfish to think so, but that is our nature ( in a sense) so i cant hold that knife too closely.
Fields get tired of growing the same year after year and will punish us if we refuse them newness.
They grow pennies beneath dandelions. Which is why there are so many of both.
There is a certain thrill of loneliness, one that verifies delusions of special.
All of the nymphs have been caught in pianos, that is why rivers and streams sing more quietly than they used to. This is why music flows in and out of rooms and ripples of walls. This is why we can drink sound.
When science comes out as magic I won't say “I told you so." I'll go back to buttering toast and feeding it to the dog.
They got rid of all the church bells because they feared people would get bored of them. Unfortunately this has led to steady decline in jobs for men who like to pull big ropes and make lots of noise.
They trapped wood elves in guitars. That's why the strings break more often than you'd like.
One day all the magic creatures, both forgotten and half remembered, will laud over us once more. We've grown proud and blind.
The floor will hold you when no one else will
Curses are easily spoken and harder broken. The trick of undoing is to become something the curse no longer applies to. Like a bird.
Tears will not sanitize papercuts but instead will only make you cry more.
The trees miss having people climb their branches. They grow shorter and shorter each year hoping we’ll do different by them.
Every violin player was once a very dedicated cricket.
Those who refuse to sing ( even in private) have weak souls. One day their voice will become that of a dried amphibian.
Once you seal the envelope the letter reads itself.
Projections always cast shadows, either you man the puppets or fear the shapes they cast.
If God were to truly punish us he’d give dolphins thumbs.
Misery blooms in still water, tulips prefer early rains and afternoon sun. Happiness tends to run in circles.
Some old men are lakes. They have been sorrowful ever since the family dog passed and have only welled up from there.
Each month has a certain feeling, or at least a certain hue burnt around its edges. You choose this in middle school and from there it fades. And then, once a month, it comes back for a day or so, just to make itself known.
Disguises are incredibly common. Some clouds are actually cities or late grandparents.
If all the blood has pooled in your feet your thoughts will feel dry and dusty.
Ideals are stars. You cannot eat them for breakfast.
Magicians don't turn women into flocks of doves like they used to. This is because of regulations regarding the dove to woman ratio. What kept happening was that the doves would fly around the room dropping feathers all over the audience, with some even escaping though the windows ( which never should have been open to begin with ). One dove is much easier to manage.
Horses burrow underground to hibernate each winter. To keep them warm; farmers place haystacks over their nest. This also provides them with something to eat when the sun returns.
Rabbits do not know what they are. They are aware of other creatures but not themselves.
Every deer understands melancholy but only the bucks understand pride.
Luck can be made, given or stolen. It is a thick invisible gas, which lingers around the individual brushing off on strangers around them.
Polyester is spun by greed. Wool, silk, and linen are spun by necessity and dedication.
A poorly cooked meal is a disgrace to life, especially the life given to beget life. simplicity should be executed in excellence.
A mackerel sky slows the will of men and makes conversation grow dull. The house ends up sleeping over a to-do list.
Greeting the swallows when they return ensures a joyful summer. To kill one assures seven weeks of nightmares. On their backs they bring promises of soft rains and July cherries. Cherish them.
The three graces ( Aglaia, Euphrosyne, and Thalia) are never to be depicted apart. Mirth, beauty and elegance, one without the others and all fall to vice.
Age is time collecting in the body. No movements and it hands off the arms. Dance to be reborn.
Shells are made by sea and sand. They are obligated to return and keeping too many for too long leaves a person forlorn and sea-calling.
Men and Women are fruit trees. They are also pillars and smoke, silver backed mirrors and labyrinths of questions. Doomed by biology to misunderstand.
From birth till death you are with yourself, so find a way to care or die lonely.
Icarus did not really understand. He was laughing and thought of lunchtime back home right before he broke the waves. Innocent failure: Honest mistake: that's why we love him.
Shark eggs sometimes hold messages from sirens meant to be read by wandering women fair in both beauty and rage. Upon finding one, the woman will cross her legs and twist around herself, and crack her bones until the legs become a great silvery tail. She will join her sisters. If a man should stumble across this message he will soon grow cold to everyone save for his obsession.
If you remove your heart it will not grow back.
Every good artist makes love with the in-betweens and the neither nors.
If you never drink from the bitter cup all sweetness will lose its splendor.
If you plant a spoon in the ground nothing will grow from it. If you plant above the hidden spoon , whatever grows will live sickly in rust.
Cruelty is rewarded by ignorance.
Dogs think in the voice of their master and bark with the voice of their mother.
An oven is never a good place to take a nap.
Blood on the scalp is a sure sign of poltergeists, they shrink down and with a single needle tooth they drink until full then spend the early morning hours hiding forks beneath the couch seats.
Children cannot see ghosts but more so enjoy tricking their parents for a laugh. They can, however, see fairies. That is where they learn this behavior from.
Good things take time but also time takes good things. It gets hungry every now and again and it would be mean of us to expect it to starve.
Cats can see ghosts. They use this against us.
The wood elves are mad about the guitars, this is why musicians are always like that.
People make terrible homes. They are too full of blood and bones, and all sorts of wet stinking matter. It's far better to find a large cave and try living there for a while.
Jam is one of the few things that is aptly named. The rest fit their respective nouns like shrunken cashmere.
Houses ache with the memories of people. Ease their aching joints with kind words and joyful parties
The dead can be appeased with citrus, goat cheese and honey. So can a hungry child. As in life, so in death.
The Pegasus once existed and its herds were by the thousands. Because it had conquered both the sky and land it grew incredibly pompous, and accustomed to thievery and destruction. Punishment was in order so these powerful creatures were turned to ones of mockery and ridicule. This is why we have seagulls.
The Hare knows exactly what it is and is burdened with the weight of knowledge.
The moon is hungry and eats itself, emptying and filling with its own light.
Synthetic immortality kills thousands each year.
If you die at a circus you die in real life.
Corners hold chaos and are prone to collecting old stories. Clean frequently with orange scented water to prevent mental looping.
If you don't scream your body will
Time is finite but you can borrow from the future. However it comes at a cost and you should expect sudden waves of fatigue which leave the mouth dry and tongue swollen.
Excess is curbed from within.
The laws of nature can be evaded but the consequences are never escaped.
Muscle comes from the sun, blood comes from the ocean, and bones come from the moon. Our skin is mud, cracked and warped.
Living in an echo of self referential material becomes incestuous. The creative genetics warp beneath the monotony, purity is not a saving grace.
I want you to win too.
Beautiful architecture is made by calcifying melody and solidifying rhythm. A straight line is silence, a song loops and twists to heights and depths. A drum beats as a set of marble columns.
Until you leave you are stuck with yourself, luckily for you there's hope to change.
The sun is breathing
Mind wandering (imagining, day dreaming) is essential for the survival of the human spirit. Think of nothing, let it turn pink and flush into an unnamed shape.
The snacks in the hotel rooms do cost extra but you can pay with a well executed tap dance number.
Sliding between revelation and acceptance creates movement.
Trees have a heartbeat, you only have to listen. Once every 10 years it beats. But you never listen, you never do.
I exist, but life is too interesting to think about myself for my problems for too long. I am going to go swimming and we can sit side by side on the towel, putting barbecue potato chips on our sandwiches.
Thank you for engaging with the very real and exciting truth.
i need to read a fairytale from you
this is..... incredible. my body is vibrating