I feel capitol punishment is dooming U.S.A.
Anyway, I lived on the streets and did pretty good until I got caught stealing, what was it? I kicked in a restaurant window, went in and took all the food that I wanted, and while coming out I was grabbed.
If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved.
Ah, if I were dictator I'd have poets throwing bombs!
Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.
Spirit is Life. It flows thru the death of me endlessly like a river unafraid of becoming the sea.