sugarcult after i saw them live at warped tour 4 year ago

nineteen - jodi picoult
bag of bones - stephen king
the rule of four- ian caldwell
the shining - stephen king
flowers for algernon - daniel keyes
the stand - stephen king
the cutting room - louise welsh
the catcher in the rye - j.d. salinger
ender's game - orson scott card
the pact - jodi picoult
the kite runner - khaled hosseini
the da vinci code - dan brown
princess nevermore - dian curtis regan

this is how we go on: one day at a time, one meal at a time, one pain at a time, one breath at a time. dentists go on one root-canal at a time; boat-builders go on one hull at a time. if you write books, you go on one page at a time. we turn from all we know and all we fear. we study catalogues, watch football games, choose Sprint over AT&T. we count the birds in the sky and will not turn from the window when we hear the footsteps behind us as something comes up the hall; we say yes, i agree that clouds often look like other things - fish and unicorns and men on horseback - but they are really only clouds. even when the lightning flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. this is how we go on.

if you fire a gun, the bullet falls as fast as if you'd dropped it. you can never outrun gravity. no matter how fast you go, you're still falling like a rock. it makes you wonder if horizontal motion is an illusion. if we move just to convince ourselves we're not falling.

hope, which whispered from pandora's box only after all the other plagues and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. without it, there is only time. and time pushes at our backs likea centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion. it's a law of motion, a fact of physics, no different from the stages of white dwarfs and red giants. like all things in the universe, we are destined from birth to diverge. time is simply the yardstick of our separation. if we are particles in a sea of distance, exploded from an original whole, then there is a science in our solitude. we are lonely in proportion to our years.

i decided to combine a kurt halsey picture that i drew and love with a different saying from another one of his pictures to make a variation of his artwork :)

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anyone know where i can find kurt halsey hard cover sketch books? you would basically be my hero.