Final Collection

That particular sense of sacred rapture men say they experience in contemplating nature- 
I've never received it from nature, only from. Buildings, Skyscrapers. 
I would give the greatest sunset in the world for one sight of New York's skyline. 
The shapes and the thought that made them. 
The sky over New York and the will of man made visible. 
What other religion do we need? 
And then people tell me about pilgrimages to some dank pest-hole in a jungle
 where they go to do homage to a crumbling temple,
 to a leering stone monster with a pot belly, created by some leprous savage.
 Is it beauty and genius they want to see? 
Do they seek a sense of the sublime? 
Let them come to New York, 
stand on the shore of the Hudson, look and kneel. 
When I see the city from my window - 
no, I don't feel how small I am - but I feel that if a war came to threaten this, 
I would like to throw myself into space, over the city, and protect these buildings with my body.
~Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead.

New York I love You Too

Drag Ladies. Drag.

Fur...What else is there?

Heart Shaped Glasses

 Marla's heart looked the way my face was. 
The crap and the trash of the world. 
Post-consumer human butt wipe 
that no one would ever go to the trouble to recycle.
~ Chuck Palahniuk

Don't break
Don't break my heart
And I won't break your heart-shaped glasses
Little girl, little girl
You should close your eyes
That blue is getting me high