You’ve been a coward in the fight
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 [...]
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 one's mortal cage, steel doors slamming in the cell block, steel bolts sliding shut?
I'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 he'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 [...]