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“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
A Wicker Basket
Comes the time when it’s later
and onto your table the headwaiter
puts the bill, and very soon after
rings out the sound of lively laughter—
Picking up change, hands like a walrus,
and a face like a barndoor’s,
and a head without any apparent size,
nothing but two eyes—
So that’s you, man,
or me. I make it as I can,
I pick up, I go
faster than they know—
Out the door, the street like a night,
any night, and no one in sight,
but then, well, there she is,
old friend Liz—
And she opens the door of her cadillac,
I step in back,
and we’re gone.
She turns me on—
There are very huge stars, man, in the sky,
and from somewhere very far off someone hands me a slice of apple pie,
with a gob of white, white ice cream on top of it,
and I eat it—
Slowly. And while certainly
they are laughing at me, and all around me is racket
of these cats not making it, I make it
in my wicker basket.
— BY ROBERT CREELEY
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For the first time in my life, but only for a split second, I felt a little sadness for Bill Clinton. Then the feeling passed and I thought: Screw him, I hope he spends eternity with that braying ass.
Satan’s laugh.
Question: What is the definition of “SHREWD?”
Answer: It is the epitaph of a man who was married to a shrew.
— Johnny Hart
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Here are the gals that will listen all night long, and love it,yes they will.
this is what we are voting against.
http://knuckledraggin.com/2019/10/now-i-cant-get-that-image-out-of-my-head/
Shall I show you the Boys.
ghastly
“Shall I show you the Boys.”
What? Clips from CNN?
Who the fuck does this? Who combs through hours of video to put this together?