AngeIhead:
Those who speak do not know. Those who know do not speak. Those who tell do not show. Those who need will not seek. If you wish to protect your soul, please refrain from peeking into the hole.
AngeIhead:
The Desert Fathers were wandering Hermits, Ascetics and Monks who lived mainly in the Scetes desert of Egypt as beggars, beginning in about the third century. Today they live in your cities and you mistake them for homeless and/or insane.
AngeIhead:
In the orange of the 4 o'clock hour, kids creep home from a vulgar display of power, locked in aching bones and transparent skin, hiding and deriding a shaking within, a blanket and a bag of cheetos in tow, dad hits mom five times in a row.
AngeIhead:
A Snowflake in the Sun - (Déjeme decirle sobre angustia y la pérdida de Deus. Out aquí en el perímetro allí no es ninguna estrella) - Brother Fr. Simon. March 17th, 10:30 am.
AngeIhead:
Trace Amounts - (Obscured by Clouds) Clouds roll through you, and there's nothing you can do. Light plays with your face, and crawls away leaving no trace.
AngeIhead:
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AngeIhead:
Art and Love are the only things that will escape the final judgement. Forget truth - seeking truth will lead you to hell.
AngeIhead:
Den of Thieves (In an act of hypocrisy the aim is to condemn another person, not condemn an act. To preach against an act of which one is oneself guilty, even if one takes efforts to conceal one's behavior, takes unbelievable skill and verve)
AngeIhead:
(Programs, Procedures, Heartless Advice) Its hard to deal with pain during a depressive episode. This causes sufferers to retreat even further into THIER own world. Just as they find a DELUSIONAL solace, 'insightful' people may offer these 4 simple STEPS:
AngeIhead:
(Circle of Life) Rio Grande. Lenape Indian Tribe - Decendant of Pocahontas. Mormon Stones. A Seat for Jo. Motor Bikes. Leave School for Pizza. Heart Failure and Gambling. Stink bugs and Inverted Sorcery. A Mile from Lost. Two Miles from Found.
AngeIhead:
(The first casualty of war is the truth) When I think of war, I feel bewildered as though they were speaking to me of sorcery, of the Inquisition, of a distant, finished, abominable, monstrous, and unnatural thing - perhaps the most unnatural thing.
AngeIhead:
((No Place to Hide a Face)) except in burning buildings and broken brains and passing cars and crashing planes and darkened woods and should nots and shoulds and souls seeking rest and warmth in water and skin and bone and a chance at a liberating madness