“We are defined by the places we hold in the web of others’ lives.”
Peter said to Paul, “you know, all those words we wrote…are just the rules of the game and the rules are the first to go. Now talking to God is Laurel begging Hardy for a gun. I got a girl in the war, man I wonder what it is we’ve done.”
...Were countless hours of pity like a blanket
that covered up the daylight from your soul?
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map