Therefore have I uttered that I understood not; things too wonderful for me, which I knew not.They sang this at the beginning of the era. Here it is again at the End. I have no time for those who say Dylan wasn't a prophet.
-- Job
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Pain. Paradise. Repeat.
As I was waking up this morning, I was thinking about what shape the next stanza in my series would take. It is to be about the Agony in the...
-
Following up on the idea that the pecked are no longer alone in their bodies , reader Ben Pratt has brought to my attention these remarks by... -
Disclaimer: My terms are borrowed (by way of Terry Boardman and Bruce Charlton) from Rudolf Steiner, but I cannot claim to be using them in ... -
I dreamt that a very large man walked into the lobby of my school. He was maybe six foot six and looked like he weighed well over 400 pounds...
No comments:
Post a Comment