Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.

Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.

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Sanity is not statistical.

The most precious resource we all have is time.

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity.

Maybe ever'body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

In a world where you can be anything. Be Kind.

The unfed mind devours itself.

Sanity is not statistical.

The most precious resource we all have is time.

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity.

Maybe ever'body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

In a world where you can be anything. Be Kind.

The unfed mind devours itself.