From: theBeach@cairo.ankh.io   
      
   “I’ve got the dark, stark, long-nailed blues   
   I’ve got an old, black mood.   
      
   My heart’s a room with nasty news   
   Enough to make an angel brood.   
      
   I’ll take a long, deep raspy breath   
   And walk right down those railroad-ties.   
      
   But when I keep my date with death   
   He’ll find a straight look in my eyes!”   
      
   Max Bodenheim   
   NYC   
   1930   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)