...ass hole of Tennessee, and Tennessee, the ass hole of the universe, blow far away and quite forget the weariness, the fever and the fret, here where men sit and shake a He brought himself up short from that crap in his head. "Mrs. Harrick," he began a question...

...distance, bringing its desirous echoes to this dream of a painless finale slipping from fever to ferns: Fade far away, dissolve and quite forget What thou...never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret... To cease upon the midnight with no pain. . . .4? A la morte teases us between life and death just as...