No Enemies You have no enemies, you say? Alas! my friend, the boast is poor; He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure, Must have [...]
style is the answer to everything_ a fresh way to approach a dull or a dangerous thing. to do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous [...]
What is desire but the wish for some relief from the self, the prisoner let out into a small square of sunlight with a single red flower and a bird crossing the sky, to lean back against the bricks with the legs outstretched, to feel the sun warming the brow, before returning to oneâ€™s mortal cage, steel doors slamming in the cell block, steel bolts sliding shut?
Iâ€™d be a dog, a monkey, or a bear, Or anything but that vain animal, Who is so proud of being rational. His senses are too gross; and heâ€™ll contriveA sixth, to contradict the other five; And before certain instinct will prefer
Angels don't come to the reservation. Bats, maybe, or owls, boxy mottled things. Coyotes, too. They all mean the same thing- death. And death eats angels, I guess, because [...]