Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
Let us not forget the specific power of an addict who is able to pull off being an addict, and this to the maximum: he or she, more than any other in existence or conceivable, is a genius of survival.
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces. View all posts by Richard Q
Love the Dust
“That just about sums me up.”
~ Wile E. Coyote 🐺
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