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And Words Are All I Have
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John Merrick was his name.
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The Elephant Man finally relented.
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He wondered what it would be like
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he could sleep laying down
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he lowered his enormous head down to his knees
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to rest there, blissfully,
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By morning John Merrick had suffocated under the weight of it.
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there are no words for happiness.
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There are only ones for sorrow.
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News at 11 Warren Beatty will now be remembered as the old guy who screwed up at the Oscars. Forget his landmark films, his dangerous Clyde Barrow looks. That scene in Reds where he and Keaton reunite at the train station, The one that left you breathless: I saw it in a commercial the other day for Citibank. All of …
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No More Rust Now that scientists in Beijing have discovered how to slow down aging in monkeys, will we learn how to stop all of nature next? Think. No more showers of autumn leaves. Gone, the soulful, wrinkled hands, Happy Retirement cards. Bid goodbye to old faithful dogs, plastic surgeons, Lens Crafter stores, Gone, too, those gloriously aged porpoises, wizened …
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