The Quiet World
I read this poem for the first time a month ago. It’s stuck with me. The Quiet World By Jeffrey McDaniel In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point...
You may all go to hell and I’ll go to TEXAS.– Davy Crockett (via themostsophisticatedwoman)