I Have No Enemies. I Dont Permit

By Day The Banished Sun Circles The Earth Like A Grieving Mother With A Lamp.

In The Spaniards Heart Is A Great Yearning For Freedom, But Only His Own. A Great Love For Truth And Honor In All Its Forms, But Not In Its Substance. And A Deep Conviction That Nothing Can Be Proven Except That It Be Made To Bleed. Virgins, Bulls, Men. Ultimately God Himself.

Where In This Pukehole Can A Man Get A Drink? He Said

A Dream Inside A Dream Might Not Be A Dream.

The Small Wad Of Burning Paper Drew Down To A Wisp Of Flame And Then Died Out Leaving A Faint Pattern For Just A Moment In The Incandescence Like The Shape Of A Flower, A Molten Rose. Then All Was Dark Again.