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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2001-2022
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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“Should we call the police?” “No, this is WAY too good.”
Seriously…whisky tango foxtrot…what the f*#k is wrong with people these days?
“Should we call the police?” “No, this is WAY too good.”
Seriously…whisky tango foxtrot…what the f*#k is wrong with people these days?
I sense the souring of a ‘temporary relationship’.
Those damned Klingons!
he didn’t pay the truck stop ho and she wasn’t gonna let him slide
Just got back from a family outing to Yellowstone via KS, CO & WY. Bopped into ID on the way out, dropped into UT and long crossed back to WY 80 due to fires in CO along 70. I had a Glock 19C sitting beside me the whole way. I cannot imagine how a tranny would end up on the hood of my car and it would be worse if I had to make up some crazy shit to explain to my wife and kids.