Of all the books I’ve been able to taste the profoundest book I’ve digested is The Iceman Cometh by Eugene O’Neill. Succinctly: how to live without illusion.
Sept 5. 2013.
Either you love him or you don’t. Sept 3, 2013.
If I had a black diamond I would dream inside its shiny mirror. Sept 2nd, 2013.
“The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I’ve never been really right in the head.”
August 30,2013.
gliding down like the light of the sun to some remote end. August 27, 2013
The angles, the angles, I kept repeating, the enchantment, the enchantment.
Aug 25, 2013.
Lumps and lumps of passion. Aug 20,2013.
Between shrubs of gray and ripple. Aug 19,2013.
Restless trees make a canopy of glitches. Aug15-2013.
If you follow the wiggle till its fateful end you might never come back again. Aug 15,2013.
Beyond Language 
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