learning, being at peace, never being home
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!â€
heartfelt harmonica in an empty bar
This Is Spinal Tap
Drop Dead Gorgeous
Star Wars
Buffalo '66
Raise Your Awareness.
SHORT STORIES
by flannery o'connor
A.H.B.W.O.S.G.
by dave eggers
THE COURAGE TO BE
by paul tillich
LEAVES OF GRASS
by walt whitman
LETTERS TO A YOUNG POET
by rainer maria rilke
NEITHER EAST NOR WEST
by marie-louise berneri
experience & possibility