ponka
utorak, 01.06.2010.
God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.
It?s like your batteries get low, and you need to charge them on someone else?s story.
What can you say about a society that says that God is dead and Elvis is alive?
Sack over my head and cinched it tight around my windpipe.
You never know till you try to reach them how accessible men are; but you must approach each man by the right door.
I had no idea how much of this was making it through the muffling bag.
Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can.
Up ahead, I saw someone, a middle-aged lady in a hippie dress, falter and fall.
