Bryce
@statcrux
I write poems and stories
There’s a genre of post like “Kids these days are soft, we used to jam our heads in the oven and crank it to 400 like true Americans”
I was thinking the other day: every time I enter a roundabout I just trust my instincts and hope for the best
Veered for some reason into reciting this like an auctioneer and it worked obnoxiously well
How am I only now hearing about this bit from Pope Benedict in the pages of First Things in 2006
“I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies, I will make inseparable cities with their arms about each other's necks”
Why, Eric, it profits a man nothing to give his soul for the whole world... But for a waltz?