Wilbur Mercer |
A landscape of weeds confronted him, a desolation. The air smelled of harsh blossoms; this was the desert, and there was no rain. &nbs...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Nov 2008 15:33:00 GMT |
What Drew You To Rock and Roll? |
"Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the ...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 03:37:00 GMT |
William Blake |
"So we can return through the hidden Moment or Grain to the great City of Art which dwells within the bosom of London. It is built upon four sides but, since it does not exist within the material vege...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 21:42:00 GMT |
