Lipton’s Journal/December 28, 1954/67
From Project Mailer
At its best, my mind is like a tiger. Something slinks through the far brush of my consciousness, and I’m after it on the hunt while sleepier minds go back to drowsing in their lair.
At its best, my mind is like a tiger. Something slinks through the far brush of my consciousness, and I’m after it on the hunt while sleepier minds go back to drowsing in their lair.