Some criteria for doing what is right

Courageousness

I love those who don't know how to live, except by going under, for they are those who cross over

Cooking to Cooking Music

And that, among men, you will always seem wild and strange, wild and strange even when they love you. Here however, you are in your own home and house, here you can talk freely about everything and pour out all the reasons; nothing here is ashamed of obscure obdurate feelings. Look good, sound good, be good, be the greatest

I'm serious (I'm playin')

Ever feel like, if you open your eyes as he leans on you like a child over the tiger rag, you'll find you've been dancing with a ghost

Would it matter so much, afterall. Would even the courage go gray and lifeless if you looked at it too again, too repeated, the dense riddle of it drifting into a conniption's afterlife: so calm. No more spite. No more opinions grazing the reed til it moans about them and sends them home to no where on a slurred keyless caravan of yes. I had him reading Ulysses outloud to me while I slid beneath headphones to watch and make the machines clap like the gimpy genius children of our 3 graces.

And we're enchanted against this hideous modern backdrop, no more panic or fear of no where. And the shades of unnumbed generations of cannibals are watching us from high on the side of a cliff, feeding us this pride of how I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you did just then, for the rest of my life

Ever feel like if he opens his eyes as you lean on him like a child over the tiger rag he'll find he's been dancing with a ghost

3 Graces, 4 Musicians

The universe is so accurate there's a mid-sized pony named after me in the home movie. Once she wins the race she trots around the fence at a toasting distance and it's as if the rider isn't even
there

She was sick of theatre, of the powder and rouge and the chatter of the greenroom

3 graces, 4 musicians, themes you know, witnesses

James Blood Ulmer's Love Nest. Can I be specific and still be understood. Do I have to be topical and ask the wooden question, the one stuck in the tree as: was he still playing the eternal monkey?

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Take Five
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How to prolong a dream: You quickly invent a dream which incorporates the disturbing element of reality as part of the dream

You see people praying to a european jesus, a white jesus, and you feel like it's a secret joke to lighten the slow drowsy approach to the summer hunt; he couldn't put his heart in it anymore

There's something so persuasive about inability. Can't/chanting. So we invent the gift. Charlie Parker's Out of Nowhere. We wanted to dress it up and put it in a fashion magazine and name it something we couldn't pronounce. Suffocate it with loud unintelligable perfume. We got together and imagined the sound of hooves on the hood of a star just about to slip off into some snag in the fabric of what we imagined joy was without the even/rider. We all understand each other. Now how do we protect our wax built castle from the devouring heat of our own fire

A drowsy silence broken by heavy footsteps