This is not a book in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty... what you will.
This is not a book in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty... what you will.
The real enemy can always be met and conquered, or won over. Real antagonism is based on love, a love which has not recognized itself.
This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty... what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing.
The one thing we can never get enough of is love. And the one thing we never give enough is love.
The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories