I like it when the sky is bruised purple. I like typewriters. I like the obsidian sheen of crows. I like it when the wind blows hard, bringing in new weather.
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"…We're fallenangels
Who didn't believe
That nothing means nothing."And if you don't like the tone
of my poems
You can go jump in the lake.
I have been empowered
to lay my hand
On your shoulder
and remind you
That you are utterly free,
Free as empty space.
You dont have to be famous,
dont have to be perfect,
Dont have to work,
dont have to marry,
Dont have to carry burdens,
dont have to gnaw & kneel,
the taste
of rain-
Why kneel?
Dont even have to sit,
Gozomeen,
Like an endless rock camp
go ahead & blow,
Explode & go,
I wont say nothin,
neither this rock,
And my outhouse doesnt care,
And I got no body-----jack kerouac
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“Two things fill the mind with ever new and increasing wonder and awe: the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me.†(Immanuel Kant)_______________________________________________________
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"For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart. There I travel, and the only worth-while challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel, looking, looking, breathlessly." --Carlos Castenada......
