Crooked Cards And Straight Whiskey,

Man Thrives Where Angels Would Die Of Ecstasy And Where Pigs Would Die Of Disgust.

Marriage Is The Last Sacrament Available To Modern Man, And With The Terrible Destruction Of Interpersonal Relations By Capitalism And Its War-making State, It Is Not Very Available, Nor Is It Surely Enduring. But Then, Vision Does Not Come With Guarantees.

It Is A Commonplace That Racine Is Untranslatable. This Is Not Because His Verse Is Difficult, But Because It Is Not.

I Write For One And Only One Purpose, To Overcome The Invincible Ignorance Of The Traduced Heart. I Wish To Speak To And For Those Who Have Had Enough Of The Social Lie, The Economics Of Mass Murder, The Sexual Hoax, And The Domestication Of Conspicuous Consumption.

A White Crowned Night Sparrow Sings As The Moon Sets. Thunder Growls Far Off. Our Campfire Is A Single Light. Amongst A Hundred Peaks And Waterfalls. The Manifold Voices Of Falling Water Take All Night. Wrapped In Your Down Bag Starlight On You Cheeks And Eyelids Your Breath Comes And Goes In A Tiny Cloud In The Frosty Night. Ten Thousand Birds Sing In The Sunrise. Ten Thousand Years Revolve Without Change. All This Will Never Be Again.