The loneliness of the long-distance runner: there is no end.

   


What freedom, what courage, what conscience...?    There is no end.






My pictures are gone.

My eyes still see.

My mind still remembers.

My words still live.




Read the following post to understand why there are no images except that of

a censorship sign (-).







"I would like to cut her tongue out."   -Yelp's Seattle elite

“I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions.”