Walt Whitman once wrote:
"Dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body."
I find myself in stringent agreement with that ...
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I second that, sir.
I actually wrote that. But, alright...fucking Walt.
I try that everyday. Easier said than done, but gives back 10 times.
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