(In response to Tennessee William's -- The Beanstalk Country)
There will always be people like these... The maddened few. Crowing about destruction and debris. Wielding weapons of nonsense and false equivalence. But that beanstalk will not last forever. It will die or be chopped down. Let's leave the Ogres to their ovens, Jack above the clouds. And carry on, elderly in our wicker chairs, speaking of reassurance and what bread to break for lunch. {Tennessee Martin}
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A stranger to the bitter truth ought not lend
his tongue, for even that is borrowed as the sun rises overhead stealing hours from the moon like pecks on a blushing cheek. We are no more kept together here than anywhere, yet we hold our hands outstretched waiting for someone to fill us up with hard candy and quarters. A bit of whisky for the whistle and you fall back into the footsteps of your parents. Carrying not your weight on the world, But the weight of the world on your shoulders. It is not the job of anyone else to make you believe in yourself again. |
Tennessee Martin
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