Maybe the dolphins will come and save our asses from the calamity of letting shyster’s and psychopath’s ruin us all…but then again, how many of
It Is Never Gone
“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with
Odds n’ Ends of Communicating
“Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans. . . If
Sunday Baroque
“If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: ‘The only proof he needed for the existence of God was music.”
Our Quiet Moans
Humans traversing the various paths of insanity presented to them each day via gooey electromagnetic images, with a few words scattered about to make it
Saturday Jazz
The better half here at the Asylum will gently chastise me from time to time for posting the following gem from the Cannonball Adderley Quintet,
Dispatches from the Asylum 