Yesterday morning I was fully frontified in feeling that it was Spring.
Hubris tastes like shit even after shoveling.
"Either move or be moved."
-Ezra Pound
I'm in a record store without a remote chance of seeing a customer. Listening to this:
"The art of letters will come to an end before A.D. 2000. I shall survive as a curiosity."
Ezra Pound
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