365 9/3

 

Pessimism becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy; 

it reproduces itself by crippling our willingness to act.

365 2/6

Jon to Johns

365 6/3

 

Flowers Are Pretty and So Are You

365 4/14

We grow older, but we do not change. 

We grow more sophisticated, but at bottom we continue to resemble our younger selves,

eager to listen to the next story, and the next, and the next

365 9/28

Out underneath the arms of Cassiopeia

Where the sword of Orion sweeps

It's me and you, Rosie, crackling like crossed wires

And you breathing in your sleep

365 9/9

Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face comes shining through
And all the morning glows anew

365 4/7

Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo

And Benny Goodman's corset and pen

365 3/10

There's a little cafe'
On the other side of the border
She was sitting there giving me food
Make my mouth water

365 1/9

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity

365 9/10

Meet me along by Bristol

We'll go ridin' down

Down by Avalon

365 9/9

It's no crime to escape

There's still time, so escape