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"...One must indulge the wise in moments of mockery.
Strength and desire possess the future,
The breed of grasshopper shrills, 'What does the future
Matter, we shall be dead?' Ah, grasshoppers,
Death's a fierce meadowlark: but to die having made
Something more equal to the centuries
Than muscle and bone, is mostly to shed weakness.
The mountains are dead stone, the people
admire or hate their stature, their insolent quietness,
The mountains are not softened nor troubled
And a few dead men's thoughts have the same temper"

Robinson Jeffers - Wise Men In Their Bad Hours

she said she hasnt touched that i still despair but i say yes and no to that for ive never found a better lover than despair and loneliness so sad? think not but as to touching oh yes i have been touched by breasts and smiles and tender holdings couched in care oh yes but these can never displace or push away the cross i freely chose to carry my choice that is and if i do so why bother worrying about a correction why not take me as i am some good must be in that is not your life so full of nooks and crannies better yet to fine tune that than worry about such as me am thinking better to smile for what there is than what is not this the point of touching am thinking yes...

you see we all have chosen paths some not thinking but also some have chosen with a care just as honorable as any priest or god am thinking so who are you to choose what should be or what should not built purely on your desires am thinking we both know the answer to that and so too did the snake that bit and answered as to why he bit replying because i am a snake and you knew that now so what...

just as the sun so shines in spurts am i in darkness and in light each as purely founded as the other life wise relevant to a god remember this is me and this god will bow before no other no christ no buddha buffalo woman medicine calf or christ oh no these are as me all wrapped in pain and wondering i am for what savior sprang from joy not pain what one i ask demand you tell what springs from joy untarnished never can compare with that thats passed through the fire and darkness to stand true and tested before the children...

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...Grasshoppers gate