I will carry the burden On shoulders made of straw; Whatever threatens you Will settle on my braided core. It is but a small thing ...Read more

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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow: Each as perpetually empty as this glass. Dry, or dirty, or wet, or vodka over gin— That forsaken day is but an ...Read more

There is no light Where depths consume. * * * Twist and turn, Spark and burn; Every good thing Is mine to spurn Like I am king! Like I could cli...Read more

I am whatever you say I am. From the outset of individuality, There was never any escape From the inverse cyclicality Modern economics dictate For th...Read more