constantly searching, listening. things have been stagnant and now it's time for life to become the click click clacking of a typewriter writing the poems that start fires.
This piano has made a me out of mockery
Sunday, January 20, 2013
At the extreme limits of his spiritual being man finds himself naked as a savage. When he finds God, as it were, he has been picked clean: he is a skeleton -Henry Miller Tropic of Cancer
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