Being a citygirl (or cityanything, really) sounds hard
And I cannot unlock my true heartspace, that true Self, until I am unafraid of the layers that conceal it. So I suppose I am asking you how to face my loneliness.
whats a copyof acopy of a copy? In River of Eden dawkins bullshits his way through genetics and tells us analog copies are destroyed with each copy set, but digital, digital copies can multiply to perfection endlessly- endlessly
why the fuck would we want our shit copied endlessly and stop-loss
"No, goddammit, no. That grouchy genius can't be dead. He was a
fucking Gunslinger. He fought monsters. He was loose, he was a surfer, he was
a man, he was a lumberjack, he would not be accused, he was looking for a
woman, he could bounce, he could twist, he was cookie-headed, he was powered by
heart-o-matic love, he was bad, he did the crawdaddy, he let them
bring it to Jerome, he shot tombstone bullets, he wore a fucking cobra snake
around his neck, he had a rock and roll nurse who gave him pills, he stopped
mumbling and talked out loud, he was my dearest rock and roll darling.
He was a lot of things, goddammit, but he can't be dead. There's no
fucking "Bo Diddley's Dead" in his catalog."