Because Gary Busey, Pet Judge, is, er, a thing these happy days.
Then again there are days when you know that the heat death of the Universe cannot come too soon.
Because Gary Busey, Pet Judge, is, er, a thing these happy days.
Then again there are days when you know that the heat death of the Universe cannot come too soon.
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THE MOST OF IT by Robert Frost
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
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Beneath the Aegean
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
Your Say
Song of Myself
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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a once-appreciable screen presence, now on the lam for forcible face theft.
OT-
saw this last night on the way home from a brain scan. no, “they didn’t find anything”.
https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/a56a6c2f84d70a5242ab8c51e4f2a25b5d8f92deb782fd8a26e7fdd37b5e8634.jpg
-attributed to paul richardson
You’ll never convince me that the G-man ain’t nuckin’ futz.
Gerard,
Nothing, but NOTHING tops Gary Busey’s ad for the Amazon Fire Stick:
https://youtu.be/OE4MrFx2XCs
“Helllllo pants 👖 ” 😆
And amazingly, my wife’s cousin has an Amazon Fire Stick for his TV, and when you do your best Gary Busey impression and roar “FIND GARY BUSEY!!!!!!” at it, it will, in fact, find Gary Busey movies for you to watch. 👍🏻
This universe is played out and has nothing of value left to offer, as it has been completely ruined by the monsters also known has human beings. If God starts again I hope he knows better and decides golden retrievers will be the dominant beings on the new planet.
I want my 43 seconds back.
Dr. Rachel Levine at second 40. She has a monkey on her back.
Waiting for the Case of the Michigan Cat Burglar to come before the Pet Judge:
“A Michigan man has been arrested after he allegedly broke into a home, pointed a gun at a man’s head and demanded he give him two cats. The 52-year-old man, who has yet to be identified, is facing home invasion and felonious assault charges, according to the Laurium Police Department. . . . The alleged victim told police he woke up to a gun pointed at his head and the suspect demanding he give him the two cats that were at the residence. . . . Police said the suspect left the house with one of the felines. . . . He was later apprehended and police found a cat in the area but it is unclear if it was the stolen animal.”
https://people.com/crime/michigan-man-wakes-up-intruder-gun-head-demanding-cats/
A case guaranteed to keep Olive sharpening her claws and make Gary Busey even crazier than he is already.
Clearly, a death penalty case to be judged by my spirit animal.