"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow, needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars. The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly
Up from the dying woods
of the south,
the rusty leper carries
only the most exquisite
tools of torture -
and carries only himself.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Phonte, The Good Fight
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