Much. Better. Signage….
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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.
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
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
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.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
Gerard Van der Leun
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Friend of mine sent me an article last week explaining a newly discovered fact that the hot air hand dryers so prevalent in restrooms blow fecal bacteria on the hands of those who use them. It’s always something, it seems.
Those really high power hand dryers you drop your hands into look like a euro urinal. Don’t ask anything more about that…
Watching those truckers hit the bridges! Others’ really bad days are such delightful comedy, and the only thing better would be to hear some Slav guy swear in Russian after the mishap.
If you are wearing a tiara or a crown, do not stuff your head up your ass.
Exception. S.J. Lee, fat-ass congressmoron from TX, wearing a massive Stetson, successfully shoved a stove up her nether pipe and commenced waddling down Main Street in the signature way that has made her a source of hissing and regret to all right-thinking persons..
80% of the touchscreen menu kiosks at McDonald’s tested positive for e-coli.
Same thing with the ice bins at the drink stations.
The more “self serve” there is the more shit you might ingest.
Just stay home and the worst that can happen is you consume your own nastiness.
No, that won’t work neither.
While cleaning up a used car he had bought for his daughter, my brother found a shit filled pair of women’s underpants under the back seat. I told him that’s to be expected when someone (anyone) prefers anal. We laughed and laughed and laughed.
Remus #1: Avoid crowds. (more than 3 people in a 500 square foot area is a crowd)
I’m a little out of touch with what the younger generation is doing. So seriously what could you possibly do with Oreos that would get them banned?
“So seriously what could you possibly do with Oreos that would get them banned?”
Any kind of food (and most drinks) in a library will draw bugs. Which damage books, microfilms, and all the other stuff on library shelves. So I’m thinking there was a recent infestation that got traced to Oreos.
Apropos of the Evil Little Brother: Can’t help wondering whether the Whitehouse Movers at 0:12 were hauling Bammy’s stuff to his new digs.
Casey,
I’ve seen airport urinals in Amsterdam and more recently in Singapore that had the silhouette of a fly embedded in the ceramic. I suppose to make you want to aim and hit the fly versus aimlessly pissing all over the floor.