“But he played music so loudly he could not hear his pain. He stunted his growth beneath a bass that decorated his aura and lyrics that hardened the glass parts of him. He was indeed an autumn leaf dipped in… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
“We tend to chew life into pieces to make it easier for us to swallow, but the challenge is to know that life is… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
“And when we go to sleep, we ought to greet the bed completely out of breath from the day. We must have tree sap on our hands from climbing. Sand in our pockets and not know how. There must be some fresh wound on our body somewhere—a cut on the ankle, a bruised eye, or a chipped tooth. Our lips… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share
“It seems like a long time, but what are nine years except for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and thinking about the past?” — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
“Do you have an opinion or did you just become everyone else?” — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
“But imagine,” said Mars, “being a comet. I want you to imagine a divine force in someone that pushes them through the world, infinitely, in each choice, melting barriers in its own perfect path, out your mouth, out from your hands, across countries, through rooms—” “—through terror—” “—past regulations—” “—past people—” “—every time—” “—every day...” “Their life would go so… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share
“Just because they write something In this font And break apart their lines To rhyme To dramatize To imitate Doesn’t make what they say true. And quotations marks Don’t make sentences “life conclusions.” A post, a page, A billboard, or a wallpaper— Let it swirl for a few and if you want to spit it out, V omit. If you… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share
“How are you? Did you ever go to Brazil? What do you eat in a day? Are you off the pills? Did you find love? Did you cut your hair? Do you watch the news or do you still not care? Did you ever finish that book you told me about? I read it every Valentine’s. Do you think of… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share
“Phoebe makes her way and leaves. Grant is frozen. A whole minute goes by. Then, he reaches forward, clutching the air that used to… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
“Some people’s routines are so consistent, their shits are the same. Dammit, if you’ve been pooping the same smooth shits for a month, you’re… — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
“We are our own art. If everything else fails, it’s all we have. And that’s pretty great.” — Karl Kristian Flores Copy Share Image
