the turn of events precluded me and sunlight where now? bitter aftermornings of you and me where this afterglory now? Firm handshakes on glories be known where glories when the sun don’t shine? Glory be! It’s a morning of translucent meditation gripping satiety.
Dear Americans, You yourselves are the killers. You who desire a home, a car, a family. You are the killers. All of those who choose to live this life with a smile. You are the killers. All of those who accept the mechanisms that place money into your pockets. You are […]
January 17, 1998 Dear London Literary Agent, I have written a musical play tribute to Princess Diana. Initial reaction to the script has been very positive. I am seeking a British agent as I wish for London to be the place of my musical’s first showing. A pair of British theatre professionals […]
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