Opiate. An unlocked door in the prison of Identity. It leads into the jail yard. – Ambrose Bierce
Calamities are of two kinds: misfortune to ourselves, and good fortune to others. – Ambrose Bierce
Opiate. An unlocked door in the prison of Identity. It leads into the jail yard. – Ambrose Bierce
Calamities are of two kinds: misfortune to ourselves, and good fortune to others. – Ambrose Bierce
Present, n. That part of eternity dividing the domain of disappointment from the realm of hope. – Ambrose Bierce
The whole LSD, STP, marijuana, heroin, hashish, prescription cough medicine crowd suffers from the Watchtower itch: you gotta be with us, man, or youre out, youre dead. This pitch is a continual and seeming MUST with those who use the stuff. Its no wonder they keep getting busted. – Charles Bukowski