I Am Telling You What I Know—words

Stories Distribute The Suffering So That It Can Be Borne.

Implications Of Treason Are Fed Like Cubes Of Sugar To The Twelve-headed Animal Which Is Justice. In ... Opening Remarks. In The Way Questions Are Asked. In Support Of Lines Of Questioning Where Cases Of Treason Are Cited And The Judge Endorses The Relevance Of The Citation.

Time Seems To Me A Drift, A Shifting Of Sand. And My Mind Is Shifting With It. I Am Wearing Away.

Because Like All Whores You Value Propriety. You Are Creature Of Capitalism, The Ethics Of Which Are So Totally Corrupt And Hypocritical That Your Beauty Is No More Than The Beauty Of Gold, Which Is To Say False And Cold And Useless.

I Knew He Was Unreliable, But He Was Fun To Be With. He Was A Child’s Ideal Companion, Full Of Surprises And Happy Animal Energy. He Enjoyed Food And Drink. He Liked To Try New Things. He Brought Home Coconuts, Papayas, Mangoes, And Urged Them On Our Reluctant Conservative Selves. On Sundays He Liked To Discover New Places, Take Us On Endless Bus Or Trolley Rides To Some New Park Or Beach He Knew About. He Always Counseled Daring, In Whatever Situation, The Courage To Test The Unknown, An Instruction That Was Thematically In Opposition To My Mother’s.