Scientists have invented a new strain of cannabis without the high. They celebrated with non-alcoholic beer and furious dry-humping.
Wanting neither too much to live, nor too much to die.
It is upon each soul to recognize its limit.
You must become like yourself.
And personally, I've lost my thirst for vengeance.
I am always yours to call, wherever the sea can reach.
Learn when to fear, and how to fear, and how much to fear, before you squander all you have left.
It's hard in all countries. Democracy is hard, but it's better than the alternatives.
One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.
One ship drives east and another drives west With the selfsame winds that blow. Tis the set of the sails And not the gales Which tells us the way to go. Like the winds of the seas are the ways of fate, As we voyage along through the life: Tis the set of a soul That decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife.
I hear it still. As I lay down my pen and take to my bed, I am aware of the bow being drawn across the bridge and the music rises into the night sky. It is far away and barely audible - but there it is! A pizzicato. Then a tremelo. The style is unmistakable. It is Sherlock Holmes who is playing. It must be. I hope with all my heart that he is playing for me. . .