A life is an endless chain of perhaps. Perhaps — had I followed that scent down the dark alley — I would have met the primordial seductress and we would have wrestled lovingly amid the garbage cans and refuse until our bodies were shrunken vestiges of their former selves. Perhaps I would have passed through…
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Kevin,
Through your writings, one can perceive a bohemian spirit and a kind of fierce philosophic aire that defies definition, yet, craves saciation…what do I know…nothing!