The Censorship Of Language Is The Censorship

Now I Have Enough Money To Travel Wherever I Want, But I Haven't Got The Health.

We Are All Exposed To The Flash Bulb Of Death.

Our Heads Are Round So Thought Can Change Direction

In My Dreams You Walk Dripping From A Sea Journey On The Highway Across America In Tears To The Door Of My Cottage In The Western Night

Holy The Supernatural Extra Brilliant Intelligent Kindness Of The Soul!