Here’s is the original poem that was set to music →→→ Stay The Fuck At Home
WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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His blue dinosaur/dragon/whatever appears to be appalled by the salty language.
Yep, I agree.
Here’s a much less salty but good-humored bit of advice for cats on how to keep a healthful schedule during quarantine. After all, die Katzen know they are good company for their human slaves during these trying times:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cllwHb89dfA&ab_channel=cheezburger
Cats can suffer too because of the pandemic, our young friend had to go to the Animal Hospital; but unlike every other time our cats were sick or hurt, we couldn’t go in with them to hold and comfort them in the scary place. The new rules in our area are park in front of the door, call the front desk, wait inside the car for an aide to come out to take our friend in. While we wait in the car and Max has to endure the handling of strangers without our comfort. And he HATES strangers, we have friends that have never seen him. He disappears before they get out of the car.
BTW, earlier this morning I couldn’t get onto AD, got a Wordpress error. Thought I should mention it.
Good information about the kitty John. I was fortunate since Olive’s annual checkup and shot boosting moment (she needs to be sedated at the vet) happened several weeks back.
“And he HATES strangers, we have friends that have never seen him.”
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True here too. We have 4 cats and no one but my wife and me has ever seen them. lol When they hear a noise that is not expected, VAMOOSE!, they is gone!
Every cat we have ever had received their initial shots and then never received any more. We have an established plan where it has been impossible for over 30 years for any of them to escape our domain. They all live like lazy kings, though all 4 are gurlz. Queens?
Supposedly the origination of the word f*ck
came from prostitutes being charged a fee
to practice their trade. Hence: Fornication
Under Consent of the King