Pig is revelation. Revealing is when what’s here is hidden then seen. It’s really many individual ones, though widely considered they’re the same, and all
There’s an unfortunate instructor-y thing where the guy on stage [I’ve found it’s usually a male doing this] asks a question he already knows the
You’d think a guy’d remember if it was the first time he’d seen a body but I didn’t not at first. [Hadda chance to graduate
The birds start by 0315 here, which is when I awoke this morning. They didn’t do it, make me wake-up, they’re not roosters after all,
What song would you sing?
“What are the stars?” No, not “big balls of gas” — that’s just their form. Just as people aren’t blood and guts so are stars
I often vow not to hope, and always break that vow. And the next thing I’m supposed to say is that finally my hopes are
Don’t ask me for grace. Not because I don’t want you to have it, for I certainly do. But I can’t give it to you.