A good student learns from his teacher. A great student learns to teach himself.

— A.P. Sweet

And if I consume another mortal’s flesh, will I like god before me, shit a million stars upon the naked, wretched sky?

— A.P. Sweet

And like my comrades, I too have tasted the bittersweet assurance that I would be okay with myself. And like so many others out there, I have given that dream away to the wind and its power over the trees.

— A.P. Sweet

And now that this body is gone and has been returned to the Earth, I assure everyone that psychic energy doesn’t die, it is recycled throughout the universe and will out live anything that we do as living beings. Flesh will decay, ideas won’t as long as you believe in them and someone believes in you.

— A.P. Sweet

At night I loved her at night I waited under the tarp at night I watched her looking up at the stars dreaming of a better time to watch me

— A.P. Sweet

Awake, then die in the arms of a modified lover sleep, then dream in the absence of a tangible lover envision, then sing in the thralls of a hungry lover

— A.P. Sweet

Blood and wine are interchangeable. Love and hate are unrecognizable. Sanity is no longer with me.

— A.P. Sweet

Caress me sister wind and stop this hate.

— A.P. Sweet

Her eyes burn like a match head striking my flesh with ferocity and precision to ignite the night with a divisor induced dream.

— A.P. Sweet

I cry as the laughter inside me drowns and descends into the water with the ghosts of our union.

— A.P. Sweet