Poor devils, we live in rented spaces: a bad virus from death, a false accusation from jail, where poor drunks stay for months for fifty-dollars bail The smarter of us
"The heart has its seasons, its evenings, and songs of its own." - The Grateful Dead Outside, summer is over. At night, the cold autumn wind is blowing through October to November.
Uncle Sam, he giveth and he taketh away He's food-stamps, space-age fighter jets, great flashing fire trucks, the open public schools in every city, imposing marble court houses,
It's a paradigm shift, a great dime-bag rift between truth and lies, and between youth and lies It's the culmination of the Emancipation Proclamation, which alone can't free
I'd like to discuss humanity's future in non-Earth space. The plan will be to use large multi-generational ships to settle Earth-like planets, with which our galaxy abounds.