Categories: U.S. Constitution
Observations by and for the vaguely disenchanted.
Risking the wrath of the whatever
from high atop the thing.
Published Monday-Thursday. Usually.
All of life is a foreign country.
All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.
Houses are full of things that gather dust.
I have nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
I'm Catholic and I can't commit suicide, but I plan to drink myself to death.
If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.
Let there be joy in baseball again, like in the days when Babe Ruth chased an enemy sportswriter down the streets of Boston and ended up getting drunk with him on the waterfront and came back the next day munching on hotdogs and boomed home runs to the glory of God.
Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Pretty girls make graves.
So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.
Somewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me.
The beauty of things must be that they end.
The best teacher is experience and not through someone's distorted point of view.
There are worse things than being mad.
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.
This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.
Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?
You can't fight City Hall. It keeps changing its name.