I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.
See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.
You can choose your language settings from within the program.7 Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!Who will soonest be through with his judo david douillet game supper?I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man.Sit a while dear son, Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink, But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss you with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing night!
List to the yarn, as my grandmother's father the sailor told it.The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived power, but in his own right, Wicked rather than virtuous out of conformity or fear, Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak, Unrequited love or a slight cutting him worse than sharp.We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!In vain the speeding or shyness, In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder'd bones, In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes, In vain the ocean settling in hollows.And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.