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Something Mystical: “You have reincarnated as a possum for?… For?… Sixty million years?”
byVanderleunonOctober 16, 2020
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Sometime I’ll tell you my possum story. Oh, that’s right, I already did.
“The mind is a terrible thing.”
–dan quayle
Rev.Bro. Generik BroderickOctober 17, 2020, 5:16 AM
Theres five pounds of possum in my headlights tonight… Make that twenty…Thanksgiving coming right up. Help ’em reincarnate.
EX-Californian PeteOctober 17, 2020, 9:10 AM
I had heard that Nancy Pelosi had a sister, but wasn’t completely sure until I saw that video.
JackOctober 17, 2020, 9:43 AM
I put out a deer feeder a few weeks ago and set up a game camera. I had plenty of deer on the SD card but I also had a butt load of raccoons and ‘possums’ who were climbing up the legs of the feeder and sweeping the corn from the feed chutes onto the ground for all the little animals. After watching those varmints go through 100 lbs of corn I wagged off to the local feed store and bought a pair of traps called ‘coon cuffs’.
Coon cuffs are designed to catch coons and possums when they stick their paw into the trap to pull out some goodies and I caught several that I had to dispose of because the traps don’t kill upon catching. They just hold them until the owner returns and dispatches the varmints, preferably with a .22 to the noodle, which is what I had to do.
I really don’t have any problem killing predators because these two varmints will destroy turkey nests on the ground and coons in particular will kill and eat young fawns but I told a friend who lives on a farm a few miles from me and she said that possums eat ticks, so I checked it out on the vastly accurate internet and discovered they can eat 5K ticks a season. In the Deep South, where I live, the Brazilian Fire Ant helps get rid of them too and those tiny little monsters eat the eggs, larvae and ticks in all stages of their lives.
I had never heard that and the only time I’ve ever really seen possums in the wild, during the day, is when you catch one with a full belly waddling out of the inside of the carcass of a dead cow or deer. They crawl up inside the carcass and eat until they can barely walk….and most of the time they’re covered with green flies. In a word, they’re repulsive and they carry and spread any number of different diseases that can affect people and domestic animals.
So, I hope that this seer has the insight to realize that those possums might give her a good case of leprosy or TB, Lepto, tularemia or any other of a dozen or so other cooties that might kill her. Maybe that spirit of the squirrel is holding out on her; I know I probably would.
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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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
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I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
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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.
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& two facts ’bout possums you didn’t know….
sorry not safe for work, you’ll havta look them up yourself, and one’s fact, th’other’s fiction.
Well, there’s seven minutes I’ll never get back. I tortured myself to see where it was going…and it went nowhere.
Come back as a possum?
Shit, why not…
JWM
So who’s the squirrel?
Sometime I’ll tell you my possum story. Oh, that’s right, I already did.
“The mind is a terrible thing.”
–dan quayle
Theres five pounds of possum in my headlights tonight… Make that twenty…Thanksgiving coming right up. Help ’em reincarnate.
I had heard that Nancy Pelosi had a sister, but wasn’t completely sure until I saw that video.
I put out a deer feeder a few weeks ago and set up a game camera. I had plenty of deer on the SD card but I also had a butt load of raccoons and ‘possums’ who were climbing up the legs of the feeder and sweeping the corn from the feed chutes onto the ground for all the little animals. After watching those varmints go through 100 lbs of corn I wagged off to the local feed store and bought a pair of traps called ‘coon cuffs’.
Coon cuffs are designed to catch coons and possums when they stick their paw into the trap to pull out some goodies and I caught several that I had to dispose of because the traps don’t kill upon catching. They just hold them until the owner returns and dispatches the varmints, preferably with a .22 to the noodle, which is what I had to do.
I really don’t have any problem killing predators because these two varmints will destroy turkey nests on the ground and coons in particular will kill and eat young fawns but I told a friend who lives on a farm a few miles from me and she said that possums eat ticks, so I checked it out on the vastly accurate internet and discovered they can eat 5K ticks a season. In the Deep South, where I live, the Brazilian Fire Ant helps get rid of them too and those tiny little monsters eat the eggs, larvae and ticks in all stages of their lives.
I had never heard that and the only time I’ve ever really seen possums in the wild, during the day, is when you catch one with a full belly waddling out of the inside of the carcass of a dead cow or deer. They crawl up inside the carcass and eat until they can barely walk….and most of the time they’re covered with green flies. In a word, they’re repulsive and they carry and spread any number of different diseases that can affect people and domestic animals.
So, I hope that this seer has the insight to realize that those possums might give her a good case of leprosy or TB, Lepto, tularemia or any other of a dozen or so other cooties that might kill her. Maybe that spirit of the squirrel is holding out on her; I know I probably would.
Nancy Pelosi doing an impersonation of Nancy Pelosi. Now that was fun.
Oh….sorry I kicked your ratty little ass off my deck last night.
Stay out of the cat food & we’ll be OK.