The weed will win in the end, of course
Time is on our side, boys, time is on our side.
Thine alabaster towns will tumble, thine engines
rot into dust.
Man will break his date with the future,
No matter how long he wants to play outlaw, no
matter how long he wants to gallop through
town shooting like a madman and hooting
at the laws of nature's god.
It is not they that he has made obsolete, it is
himself.
This knowledge is called wisdom.
On the Loose Sierra Club Ballantine Books
all-a-blog-drug-corruption
Captain Bill Schweizer U.S.M.M., missionary
Mountaintop Sea Ministries International
Without menses-malice.
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