I have a theory that humans are walking trees whose roots cradle the soul. Just a theory.

Carlson wants me on his show but Tucker is such a phony I turned him flat.

…a slow building anguish, ending with a simple mantra… but is it enough to stem our last paragraph from entraping us so?

So the leaves… the leaves are you, all of you, and sometimes you can see, or hear, or smell and know some things are going on next to you high up in the tree of your soul.