Pretty girls make graves

To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter.

Oh my God, sociability is just a big smile and a big smile is nothing but teeth, I wish I could just stay up here and rest and be kind." But somebody brought up some wine and that started me off.

Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can't fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot