"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage. He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote:"
Friday, April 16, 2010
A.A. Bondy :: Mightiest of Guns
Tomorrow I'll be out of my mind The bear will dance and the organ will grind And I'm laughin' cause I know there ain't no sin All the world on the head of a pin Turning fast beneath the mightiest of guns Turning fast beneath the mightiest of guns
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