Buffalo Bill’s
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| Chronicles of wasted time |
defunct...
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blue-eyed boy
Mister Death
“I was merely the medium through which the words went.” –
Richard Burton
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| Listen Yorick: The love, beauty, fame. and death |
The Voice was cleaved from a coal face deep beneath Welsh meadows always rich as the grass is green. It was born to be heard, that
played language as an errant storm god racing the wind in pursuit of love,
beauty, fame and death.
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| The Voice....the voice |
Absolve him of the drinking, the carousing, the nightclubs, the
women, the reckless embrace of a mythic gift, and listen just as Shakespeare
completes Hamlet’s soliloquy and hands the paper, still wet with ink, to
Burton, to the one who can force the green fuse of life up through the roiling blood
of his lungs and out into the world forever breathing.