Anarchy is like custard cooking over a flame; it has to be constantly stirred or it sticks and gets heavy, like government.
Anarchy is like custard cooking over a flame; it has to be constantly stirred or it sticks and gets heavy, like government.
In times such as ours, however, when there is too much order, too much management, too much programming and control, it becomes the duty of superior men and women to fling their favorite monkey wrenches into the machinery.
There have been cans of dog food more splendiferous than South Richmond. Land mines more tender.
A sense of humor...is superior to any religion so far devised.
Never underestimate how much assistance, how much satisfaction, how much comfort, how much soul and transcendence there might be in a well-made taco and a cold bottle of beer.
When we accept small wonders, we qualify ourselves to imagine great wonders.
Political activism is seductive because it seems to offer the possibility that one can improve society, make things better, without going through the personal ordeal of rearranging one's perceptions and transforming one's self.
Be your own flying saucer! Rescue yourself!
Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.
They accepted my donation, so they're aware they'd better serve my interests or I'll buy some leadership that will.
All dreams continue in the beyond.
On their sofas of spice and feathers, the concubines also slept fretfully. In those days the Earth was still flat, and people dreamed often of falling over edges.
White folks have controlled New Orleans with money and guns, black folks have controlled it with magic and music, and although there has been a steady undercurrent of mutual admiration, an intermingling of cultures unheard of in any other American city, South or North; although there has prevailed a most joyous and fascinating interface, black anger and white fear has persisted, providing the ongoing, ostensibly integrated fete champetre with volatile and sometimes violent idiosyncrasies.
Society had a crime problem. It hired cops to attack crime. Now society has a cop problem.
Beer does not satisfy magic, however. So the magic ordered a round of Harvey Wallbangers. But it takes more than vodka to fuel magic. It takes risks. It takes EXTREMES.
Live the beauty or your own reality.
They caressed one another until their hides shone. They embraced until their 206 bones squeaked like mice. Their bed was a boat in a weird sea.
Birth and death were easy. It was life that was hard.
Only the young and the beautiful should be allowed to fuck.
Alas, Gulietta, this was an American frog of the last quarter of the twentieth century, a time when wishing apparently no longer led to anything, and Leigh-Cheri eventually named it Prince Charming after that son-of-a-bitch who never comes though.
Some folks hide, and some folks seek, and seeking, when it's mindless, neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous can be a form of hiding.
Civilization is a mutant beast that emerged from the shattered egg of primitive stability.-Sissy Hankshaw
Love easily confuses us because it is always in flux between illusion and substance, between memory and wish, between contentment and need.
Time brought along its secretary, memory, and space brought its brat, loneliness.
Breathe properly. Stay curious. And eat your beets.
Our individuality is all, all, that we have. There are those who barter it for security, those who repress it for what they believe is the betterment of the whole society, but blessed in the twinkle of the morning star is the one who nurtures it and rides it in, in grace and love and wit, from peculiar station to peculiar station along life's bittersweet route.
As they say in my country, have a nice day.
The full moon - the mandala of the sky.
Cries for help are frequently inaudible.
Love is dope, not chicken soup.
To live fully, one must be free, but to be free one must give up security. Therefore, to live one must be ready to die. How's that for a paradox?
Death is impatient and thoughtless. It barges into your room when you are right in the middle of something, and it doesn't bother to wipe its boots.
She continued weeping until the heat of her tear water, the sheer velocity of its flow, finally obscured the already vague circumstances of its origins.
If this typewriter can't do it, then fuck it, it can't be done.
The only question is how to make love stay.
Don't confuse symmetry with balance.
Normality is the Great Neurosis of civilization.
To specialize is to brush one tooth. When a person specializes he channels all of his energies through one narrow conduit; he knows one thing extremely well and is ignorant of almost everything else.
Does koala bear poop smell like cough drops?
Should you fail to pilot your own ship, don't be surprised at what inappropriate port you find yourself docked.
If you're honest, you sooner or later have to confront your values. Then you're forced to separate what is right from what is merely legal. This puts you metaphysically on the run. America is full of metaphysical outlaws.
The problem starts at the secondary level, not with the originator or developer of the idea but with the people who are attracted to it, who adopt it, who cling to it until their last nail breaks, and who invariably lack the overview, flexibility, imagination, and, most importantly, sense of humor, to maintain it in the spirit in which it was hatched. Ideas are made by masters, dogma by disciples, and the Buddha is always killed on the road.
Hitchhiking is not a sport. It is not an art. It certainly isn't work, for it requires no particular ability not does it produce anything of value. It's an adventure, I suppose, but a shallow ignoble adventure.
People aren't trees, so it is false when they speak of roots.
Under an orchard tree, dropping with cherries, cowgirls lay in the shade. They fed each other fruit. Dark juice dribbled into dimples. Cherry meat stained smiles and nostrils.
Existence can be rearranged. A man can be many things. I am special and free. And the world is round round round.
Slavic peoples get their physical characteristics from potatoes, their smoldering inquietude from radishes, their seriousness from beets.
I'm an outlaw, not a hero. I never intended to rescue you. We're our own dragons as well as heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.
There are essential and inessential insanities. The later are solar in character, the former are linked to the moon.
I began to hitchhike in something akin to geological time: slow, ancient, vast.
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