Treasure Island

Ray Quesada

(08-08-1986)

Just Some Contemplations


**The Artist understands the works of other artists
on a much deeper and personal level than the non-artist.


**Meditation is a mirror
look long enough
and eventually you will disappear.


**If every human being
happily and humbly
made small sacrifices
with the well-being
of others in mind
all unnecessary
suffering would end.


**Every vision that takes place
in the Present is divine.

**I have a friend who is deaf
...which would suck for him, except
he also happens to be married...so
it kinda works out pretty good for him. X.D

**'Punchline'...that sounds like something
bad...like a line you have to stand in and
wait to be punched! I really hate both of
those things! !

Submitted: Sunday, March 31, 2013
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