Thursday, May 15, 2014

Where It's Buried

Well, I suppose the joy's only hidden in a few places, huh? It's in the kiss or it's in the rock'n'roll. Einstein knew it. Physics, rock'n'roll- it's all the same. Either nothing in nature is perfect or everything is perfect. Depends on your point of view.

Hell is "down at the end of Lonely Street." Heaven is in the eyes of the one you love. Oh, you can make it on your own, I guess, but is that really living?

Don't ever, ever withhold love. Waste it. Spill it all over the joint.


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