“‘Surely they will have cured baldness by the twenty-fourth century!’
Roddenberry replied, ‘By the twenty-fourth century, no one will care.’”
now i’m dry of faults; wait for the rain;
soleil all over you, warm sun…
The heart is still a redwing. …
No I don’t mean that it’s so easy;
I don’t mean that it’s so small;
but the world below is not so mean
that it can make us fall.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map