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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
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.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Fun with cheap Fireworks.
Most people learn this by about age 12 but maybe you forgot, a little reminder.
Black cat style of firecracker – comes in hundreds of names, the bigger the better.
Cuck method: sit cat on ground, light, run like 4 motherfuckers.
ghost methods:
1. Hold cat in throwing hand, light, throw it at the cuck.
2. Jam copper pipe in ground, aim at cucks roof, light cat and drop in pipe, drop marble/de-finned arrow/nails/drywall screws in pipe.
3. Dip cat in melted wax, immediately roll in BB’s or shattered glass, go find cuck.
4. Light cat, drop in cucks gas tank, run like 4 MFR’s.
5. Tape cat to center of cucks sliding glass door, light, r l 4 mfrs.
6. Aim cat in slingshot at cuck, have friend light cat, launch.
If you can get em, M-80’s and cherry bombs are waterproof and therefore have a lot more options.
let your imagination run wild at the cucks expense.
Ghost, you’ve just described most of my childhood 4th of Julys in Washington State. The good fireworks were mostly illegal to buy, so everyone would just go to the Muckleshoot reservation where you could find pretty much anything. When I was young, we lived in the woods not too close to neighbors, but we’d spend the evening dodging Saturn rockets and thinking of new ways to set off the tens of free bottle rockets you’d get with each purchase. Later, we lived in a regular neighborhood, where people in different houses would aim stuff at each other. We’d hold Roman candles in our hands and blast away. It’s a miracle nobody ever ended up in the ER; good times.
These days, I live in the tinderbox of Southern California. Fireworks go off every night, all night. It starts to get old when you have terrified pets and the worry over wildfires, but there’s not much law to worry about these days, so boom boom boom it is.
That quote is also attributed to Winston Churchill
“…M-80’s and cherry bombs are waterproof and therefore have a lot more options.”
Like flushing a lit one on the 3rd floor of a college dorm… and then being billed for four grand worth of damage to the sewer lines, without counting the crap laid upon the perpetrator by the his department head, the Dean of Men, the Dean of Students, etc, etc, etc. Not me, an acquaintance. The guy actually managed to graduate with a Mech E degree.
The toilet fountains on the second floor were awesome, by report.
Yeah we use cell phones and thermite now a dayz for that light sheet then run 4 motherfers down with our Prius. Win win. Rinse repeatz…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-cPNxdV2I0c
watch and listen to George Webb
Any of you kids grow up around mining country?
Remember Calcium Carbide for miner’s lamps?
Black Cats? Cherry Bombs? M-80s?
Personally I prefer Astrolite.
In junior high some kids drop-flushed an M80 in the boys room which was next to the principal’s office. Yeah, cracked the porcelain made the restroom a mess. They got away with it so they did it again two weeks later, but this time with a home made device that blew up the toilet and flooded the 2nd floor. It was amazing nobody got ratted out on the first event but mouths did not remain shut for long after the repeat effort. KBI showed up and hollered a bunch at the two boys that got fingered for the effort. They avoided any legal consequences and I told them that the cops were just trying to scare them. They replied that the cops had done a real good job of that.