Peter van Straten:
Abandon the human, messianic, moronic, and return my child to God the Organic
Peter van Straten:
Away from adult minds
Peter van Straten:
You cannot find what isn't hidden
Peter van Straten:
Just let go
Peter van Straten:
Arrivals and depertures
Peter van Straten:
Speak
Peter van Straten:
Towards the absent present
Peter van Straten:
The farmer's wife
Peter van Straten:
A butterfly flaps it's wings, a petal falls, a cell phone rings...
Peter van Straten:
They sleep because this world is beaneth them
Peter van Straten:
And when I have thought everything I can think, and double-checked each proof, I'll rest my spend and empty head, on the last tile of your roof
Peter van Straten:
During an unusually deep afternoon nap, Mrs Vauxhall encountered the Elders of Bn'hat
Peter van Straten:
The switch
Peter van Straten:
On leadership
Peter van Straten:
On being, and the boat
Peter van Straten:
The numbers
Peter van Straten:
Wait for this world to turn you on, and you might just wait forever.
Peter van Straten:
Please do no ask me where I get my ideas. Instead allow me to introduce His Excellency The Navigante of Camadas, whose visions it is my undeserved privilege to channel...
Peter van Straten:
The rediscovery of happiness
Peter van Straten:
The tinnitus of memory
Peter van Straten:
Trying to get reality to behave itself
Peter van Straten:
Tantrum!
Peter van Straten:
If longing so harsh could only create a continent of yearning, to which to migrate
Peter van Straten:
Helping with Henry's science project
Peter van Straten:
Existence is puppetry