WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
The Frozen Faces and the Tar-Pit Places of America’s Most Depraved
byVanderleunonMay 4, 2018
“It’s like glass intestines, ready to dump feces all over you as you sit in the tar pit.”
A Botox forehead for the Soy Man. A hot tub hangout for the Lantern Jawed Lesbian. Not only is this insightful and funny at the same time, it is also an experiment with embedding the threadreader app into this page. Enjoy.
Those surgeons went to the Picasso School of Plastic Surgery
BillHMay 4, 2018, 9:44 AM
Re experiment. Threadreader won’t display images in my Firefox (latest ver.) no matter what I try, and I can usually get images to display one way or another in FF. Images do display OK in Chrome.
VanderleunMay 4, 2018, 10:23 AM
Hummm…. strange because my Firefox browser (Mac and the 59.0.2 iteration) displays the page perfectly.
Maybe memory or some other FF extension or a PC issue?
VanderleunMay 4, 2018, 10:30 AM
Ditto Safari and Tor (Although Tor is a bit more problematic.)
Rob De WittMay 4, 2018, 10:41 AM
Ditto with FireFox – no pix, no apparent problems elsewhere.
JackMay 4, 2018, 11:00 AM
Larry O’Donnell is a first class asshole and I’d love it if he fell in front of a speeding train. Sweet justice.
pbirdMay 4, 2018, 11:39 AM
Everything smooooth in Opera. Browser of the gods.
ghostsniperMay 4, 2018, 1:22 PM
Everything good in FF 59.0.3, Chrome, Brave, and Edge, surprisingly.
Just did the Win10-1803 this morning, now sound doesn’t work. sigh
PandoraMay 5, 2018, 3:06 AM
At the top of the page, in the address bar, should be a little “i” in a circle. Tap that and disable “tracking protection”.
sock_rat_eezMay 5, 2018, 4:06 AM
Work fine in Brave.
Good to see that someone is competing for the Stanley Tigerman Award for lifetime achievements in Bad Architecture.
Wow.
ghostsniperMay 5, 2018, 11:01 AM
That shitty orange hued cheap ass knotty pine, never was a thing, but you’ll never convince the neighborhood bulldagger. Cold, soulless, remorseless, tasteless. A custom designed building is a cross section of the owner.
Snakepit KansasMay 6, 2018, 5:53 AM
I knew I could count on Ghost’s input on the design. He rarely fails to please!
Larry now has the constant surprised look on his face. I have plenty of faults but vanity is not one of them.
ghostsniperMay 6, 2018, 6:36 AM
How to get that oh so desirable “surprised” look Larry is now sportin’.
1. Knock the asshole out with an ounce of phenobarbital, arrange in a face down.
2. Install ballistic nylon dog collar with leash loop in the back.
3. With a #2 syringe inject cajun meat tenderizer in 20 locations on the forehead, let sit for 1 hour.
4. Connect ratchet strap to handle of 8″ wide duckbill vice grips.
5. Clamp duck bill horizontally across leading edge of front hair line tissue.
6. Thread ratchet strap through collar leash loop.
7. Cinch down hard on tail of ratchet strap and re-cinch every 10 minutes for entire 4 hours of unconsciousness.
8. Since the new cuckette is in a face down position line up 20 of the local sawbux to take turns commandeering that train.
9. Stitch the shredded anus up and turn that deflowered cuck back out into society for all to lambaste and ridicule mercilessly.
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
from Preludes
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
ARTIST: CASEY KLAHN
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
“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’.”
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
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Gerard Van der Leun
Lay down these words
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
The scientists are in terror
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Those surgeons went to the Picasso School of Plastic Surgery
Re experiment. Threadreader won’t display images in my Firefox (latest ver.) no matter what I try, and I can usually get images to display one way or another in FF. Images do display OK in Chrome.
Hummm…. strange because my Firefox browser (Mac and the 59.0.2 iteration) displays the page perfectly.
Maybe memory or some other FF extension or a PC issue?
Ditto Safari and Tor (Although Tor is a bit more problematic.)
Ditto with FireFox – no pix, no apparent problems elsewhere.
Larry O’Donnell is a first class asshole and I’d love it if he fell in front of a speeding train. Sweet justice.
Everything smooooth in Opera. Browser of the gods.
Everything good in FF 59.0.3, Chrome, Brave, and Edge, surprisingly.
Just did the Win10-1803 this morning, now sound doesn’t work. sigh
At the top of the page, in the address bar, should be a little “i” in a circle. Tap that and disable “tracking protection”.
Work fine in Brave.
Good to see that someone is competing for the Stanley Tigerman Award for lifetime achievements in Bad Architecture.
Wow.
That shitty orange hued cheap ass knotty pine, never was a thing, but you’ll never convince the neighborhood bulldagger. Cold, soulless, remorseless, tasteless. A custom designed building is a cross section of the owner.
I knew I could count on Ghost’s input on the design. He rarely fails to please!
Larry now has the constant surprised look on his face. I have plenty of faults but vanity is not one of them.
How to get that oh so desirable “surprised” look Larry is now sportin’.
1. Knock the asshole out with an ounce of phenobarbital, arrange in a face down.
2. Install ballistic nylon dog collar with leash loop in the back.
3. With a #2 syringe inject cajun meat tenderizer in 20 locations on the forehead, let sit for 1 hour.
4. Connect ratchet strap to handle of 8″ wide duckbill vice grips.
5. Clamp duck bill horizontally across leading edge of front hair line tissue.
6. Thread ratchet strap through collar leash loop.
7. Cinch down hard on tail of ratchet strap and re-cinch every 10 minutes for entire 4 hours of unconsciousness.
8. Since the new cuckette is in a face down position line up 20 of the local sawbux to take turns commandeering that train.
9. Stitch the shredded anus up and turn that deflowered cuck back out into society for all to lambaste and ridicule mercilessly.
And it is GHOSTSNIPER for the WIN!