The entire world, the history of time, and all that ever will be, ever was, or ever is in this eternal moment, is encoded in the very twitchings of our fingers, in the beating of our heart, the aches of our body and the infirmities of age, the sagging of the skin and the digestive problems.
Ain’t Comin’ Out!
Ain’t Comin’ Out! Don’t need the world to know, Don’t need to let it show. There's a new me here, Don’t matter if I’m queer. I'm completely positive I just gotta live. Yes, I’ve been to hell, No, ain’t livin' in a shell. But, no need to shout it out, Cuz, I ain’t Comin’ Out! …
Over (and over (and over (and … ) … ) …)
I, Cycling Rick, my roommate and best friend for many years, had this idea of recycling. He'd say that we would repeat the same events over and over and over, like we were caught in some sort of a time loop, until we learned the lesson we needed to learn. I thought the idea was …
