It Was Considered A Virtue Not To

Now, Being In Africa, I Was Hungry For More Of It, The Changes Of The Seasons, The Rains With No Need To Travel, The Discomforts That You Paid To Make It Real, The Names Of The Trees, Of The Small Animals, And All The Birds, To Know The Language And Have Time To Be In It And To Move Slowly.

You May Talk. And I May Listen. And Miracles Might Happen.

About Morals, I Know Only That What Is Moral Is What You Feel Good After And What Is Immoral Is What You Feel Bad After.

Got Tight On Absinthe Last Night. Did Knife Tricks.

Before You Quit, You Have To Try