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PASS HERE AND GO ON, YOU’RE ON THE ROAD TO HEAVEN
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars
An Abundance of Irony
Since I have a lot of time on my hands, I spend much of it (hey, I am a capitalist — spending is what I do) reading articles on the web. While I’ll read just about anything I happen upon, most of what I seek to read involves literature, politics, current events, and, as t’is … Read more
Where You Are We Cannot Go
With you there we are at the places we cannot go with you we go you take us there with you to the places we cannot go You guide us drive us deep into the heart into the dark into the places we cannot go Through the heat through the snow the snow the bitter … Read more