I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
The censorship of language is the censorship of consciousness.
Things are symbols of themselves.
Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.
The soul is innocent and immortal, it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse.
I know too much and not enough