Writer’s block is only a failure of the ego.
Ultimately a hero is a man who would argue with the gods, and so awakens the Devils to contest his vision.
The jeep would round the bend, be hit by a dozen bullets at once, and that would be the end of his petty history of unfocused groping and unimportant dissatisfactions.
So long as you use a knife, there’s some love left.
I cannot bear that chirpy Bobby Kennedy, always building his beaver’s nest with a few more facts. He needs to look into the abyss.
Love was here today and left us dry did we deserve Him?
Don’t bug me or I’ll gas you said the creep.
At the end of medicine is dope; at the end of life is death; at the end of man may be the Hell which arrives from the vanities of the mind.