Just like heaven. Everโbody wants a little piece of lanโ. I read plenty of books out here. Nobody never gets to heaven, and nobody gets no land. Itโs just in their head. Theyโre all the time talkinโ about it, but itโs jusโ in their head.
I suppose our capacity for self-delusion is boundless.
How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?
The discipline of the written word punishes both stupidity and dishonesty.
I carry a gun cause a cop is too heavy.
I suffer as always from the fear of putting down the first line. It is amazing the terrors, the magics, the prayers, the straightening shyness that assails one.