Curtis Tyrone Jones

The best piece of life's magnificence is your slice of internal peace.

You're only as good as your last thought of yourself.

You'd corner me in your conformity but even in dormancy i'm sleeping with enormity, stretching the belly of the earth & everything i was born to be.

The fun part is finding which thoughts, in that crazy beehive of emotion, are the ones that mass produce the honey.

Life's a gloomy puddle, until you start jumping in it.

Some bow to the spirit of collectivism, while you ascend to the spirit of your own eclectic rhythms.

You can'tassume i'min bad shapejust becausei've run out ofthe energy toimpressyou.

Your fate is never determined when your massive imagination is.

Wise is the one who flavors the future with some salt from the past. Becoming dust is no threat to the phoenix born from the ash.

i am anearthquake& dancemost heavilyupon all myfaults.