And what is wrong with being confident, anyway. Nothing, nada, rien…niente – and don’t you let nobody tell you otherwise.
Looking up that Daisaku Ikeda poem now.
Postcard from the Tenderloin
And what is wrong with being confident, anyway. Nothing, nada, rien…niente – and don’t you let nobody tell you otherwise.
Looking up that Daisaku Ikeda poem now.
King of Cups 