unless you're the lead dog the view never changes...

mercy out does justice every time:
always find your way back home/

We ran as if to meet the moon.

Where to start?
Everything cracks and shakes,
The air trembles with similes,
No one world's better than another;
the earth moans with metaphors.

All slang is metaphor, and all metaphor is poetry.

They should have told him that [the fence he fell through on a campaign stop] was not a metaphor. He should've gotten back up and dove in again, like Pearl Jam. He would have gotten the young vote, the MTV vote...

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.