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Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground
Never again.
Because it was soda pressing.
Why
And there wasn't a part of me that
Didn't want to say goodbye but...
Out of my mind's eye
Out of the memory
Black world out of my mind
And it's passing slowly
but thank you, you are kind
everything's gone bad.
the house is disconnected.
the people inside are sad.
they know they arent happy.
and they see a disaster in range.
they know what they have to do.
but they see reason to change.
And the morning found
Your reign is over
In the hour of time
Still looking for a face that shines
In the promise in the places
I'm going to make them mine
What's your plan
I've got to tell the world
To beware you don't care.
But I hold one now in my fingers. It squirms, fighting to free itself. What is it thinking? When I pop it in my mouth and chew its pink flesh, does it realize that you should NEVER place all your faith in one ideal?
only as an extension of herself.
what else can love be?
the common sense to care very much for something very good. it needn't be related by bloodline. it can be a red beachball or a piece of buttered toast.”
working in Hollywood and he was
the worst: he was too drunk to stand up at the
end of the afternoon and so I had to help him
into a taxi
day after day after day.
"but when he left Hollywood, I stayed on, and while I
didn't drink like that maybe I should have, I might have
had the guts then to follow him and get the hell out of
there."
I told him, "you write as well as
Faulkner.:
"you mean that?" he asked from the hospital
bed, smiling.