Patrick Bryant Quotes

Oh yes, he's seen the black pupils of time's eyes. Two dark drains in a pair of dirty gas station bathroom sinks. The faucet's open and he's gurgling down the pipes, gushing toward whatever tank he's bound to swirl around in for the rest of his life. There's no telling from here if that's a realm of purification or of shit. There's only one way to find out, and that's to ride it all the way down.

They tugged plans and ambitions out their asses and held tight to the first that didn't smell so strongly of shit.

Preferring the nausea of the path to its fated and certain ending.

It's nice to be able to do things for other people, isn't it?That's why it's fun to talk in the third person sometimes.

Was that—did she just grin at me? To me? A moment of stillness in this moment of pause. Without speaking, we let our gazes wander slow, groping to confirm relief in the other. There's a subdued excitement for the oncoming sharing of whatever's waiting for us behind that heavy iron door, exclusive—two solitary embers, isolated in their separate pits, far away but fanned by the same wind, the same night, alone with the night, their respective camps all gone to sleep, flaring softly cradled calling, out against the great dark backdrop of the great unknown.

He's got all the pains of being lost and all the benefits of being told where to go. He wants it the other way around.

Ego like bile over taste buds. Get it out or hold it in. It's the suspension will drive you nuts, churn your gut.

Let's ignore all that back and front matter and just stick to emergences, cross-sections, to what's right in front of us in the divide where all-things has come to gather and to stay though hidden yet behind its mask, which has got it looking so deliciously comprehensively like so many things-distinct.