We are primitive men; we taboo what we desire and need. How did the denying of love come to be associated with the idea of morality.
And gold has no name, it licks the hand of anyone who has it: good dog!
The white man in the tropics degenerates every day.
Old age is perhaps life's decision about us.
I don't know what imagination is, if not an unpruned, tangled kind of memory.
It's fine to be a great democrat when you've a slave to rub your boots on.