Sometimes someone just gets it right. Oh, so right.
And this is why I write…
May we remember that how we live is essential to how we write. And refuse to live small.
Stoned or sober, may we piss in the pools of wealthy neighbors, eat in bars with health code violations, and steal bibles from homeless shelters.
May we make love loudly, even when alone.
May we embarrass, embarrass, embarrass ourselves.
May we be lost. May we pen maps so others might become lost as well.
May our greatest risk not be our words but our lives. And may our lives spill words like molten rock.
Damn the writers, God. Then bless us with the words to describe it.
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