The breath of death

The breath
of death
is measure
of pleasure.

Dreams

The map of dreams is worn out in the folds of preference.

Might

The pen is mightier than the sword. Unless hush up!

Hypocrisy

Hypocrisy: the shoehorn under the people

Intellectual

Intellectuals of all nations, explain yourselves!

America

I hear America singing,
the varied carols I hear,
but always singing
the same tune.

(to Walt Whitman)

60 minutes

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