Notoriety and a fat bank balance must come after everything else is finished and done.
Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip, for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in.
Work. Don't Think. Relax.
...passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun.
I'll be damned if death wears my sadness for glad rags.
I don't believe in government. I hate politics. I'm against it. And I hope that sometime this fall, we can destroy part of our government, and next year destroy even more of it. The less government, the happier I will be.