Discussion
When I see the spoon lady I can’t help but think of Thompson:
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”
Above my bed and above my art
Hang the works of an artist, close to the author, close to my heart.
Above my bed and above my art
Hang the works of an artist, close to the author, close to my heart.
Beautiful.
A singular voice. No other like it. Man, what I would give to read his commentary about today.
I'm so hopeful about what he'd say, but with the shape of other friendly badass people the last few years and where they've gone, I'm so unsure WHAT he'd actually think about today.