Shot a life coach in Reno, just to watch him re-evaluate personal goals.
I tend to think that religio-philosophical silliness stops and ends with Wallace Stevens, at least in this poem
Harvestbird, you are like nothing else in Tennessee.
I always found something terribly Shopenhauer about the dog (Bubbles?) from Animaniacs whose fate was to try to protect the baby from various nasty physical perils, fall victim said perils, then get told off at the end.
Tennesseein' is Tennebelievin'.
The Bird with the Coppery, Keen Claws
My pure intellect may yet apply its laws, but while you wait you may prefer the consolations in the last of the .
Dammit; link failure: the time stamp immediately above will take you to the six significant landscapes.
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