the savior and poison to all of heart and head.
For a writer, there's nothing so delicious as soaking the first inks into a blank page. Any page, be it derived from pulp or pixels. Even as I add this room to my hypertext sanitarium, I don't know what will end up here. Links will sprout sporadically, like those little thoughts -- from genius to guilty snickers -- that flicker in the crossroads between day and dream. My thoughts fly fast and furious... it is here I will let them splatter. |
readings | |
erica jong |
alcestis on the poetry circuit autumn perspective |
e. e. cummings |
it may not always be so you shall i like my body when she being brand may i |
marquis de sade | philosophy in the bedroom |
indigo girls | galileo |
des'ree | kissing you |
monty python | dead parrot |
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