Lay at the bottom of death and see what happens.
-M. Taggart
Lay at the bottom of death and see what happens.
-M. Taggart
It took a long time to get there. Be there.
-M. Taggart
What an itch I have within the chamber of my mind.
-M. Taggart
I pray you’ll break the not-ok into pieces so the rest of you can be well.
-M. Taggart
I like the sky. It looks nice. We can be nice. I’m tired, but I can still be nice and when that happens my hands won’t ache and my chest won’t feel so full; full like it’s going to burst unless I die, and maybe I shouldn’t die just yet because there’s so much to do that we have to do until it’s done, and maybe then.
-M. Taggart
When I’m told to strive to be better at what I love I quickly see and literally feel why they themselves have failed.
-M. Taggart
I’d rather cause a problem than be a manipulated mouse leaving no memory of being, for fear of disruption and disobedience. -M. Taggart