and it's you, and it's you, and it's you
And it's you, and it's you, shoo-be-doo, ba-da-da.
-tomwaits
whe the soul of a man
is born in the country
there are nets flung at
it to hold back it's light.
You talk to me of nationality,
language, religion.
I shall try to fly by those nets.
-jamesJoyce
...l use to think that you could see the soul,
where the skin stretches tight over the protruding hip bone,
that is where the soul is shining through.
2 comments:
i love you forever, kenny. :)
That's so beautiful!
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