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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.
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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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Comedy is becoming impossible. Reality is the new comedy. And it is—wait for it—awful.
It is the same here, Quaker Hill, Ct., Gerard, just bloody awful.
Reggae refrain:
You don’ bang da monkey
you don’ get da pox.
You don’ bang da monkey
you don’ get da pox.
JWM
Those who do not consider the rectum—human or animal—as an erotic zone are immune to Monkey Pox.
The very idea is unbelievably repulsive, maybe even on a primal level.
Since I first heard of such a thing, in my mid teens til now I’ve been convinced people that participate are so debased as to be unredeemable, valueless, and a potential danger to others. Regardless of the media acceptance it surely is a sign of deep psychological issues that cannot be overcome. Eradication is the only positive corrective measure.
There is some good news! The public schools are teaching all of the boys how to be effeminate
and vice versa for the girls. So, with all the women soon to be in leadership positions there is not going to be any more wars!
Don’t let those commie fucks get you down, live love fuck em up when it’s time.
There is no external agency that can bring me down. All my enemies foreign and domestic are to me as clowns are to me. As such I would have no trouble dealing with clowns in the manner that they deserve, and in the manner best suited to my survival and to that of my nation. No trouble at all.
+1 Your comment is pure gold.
In other news, the Australian Broadcasting Corporation (government owned, independent by charter, but in reality ‘owned’ and run for their own benefit by a cabal of beyond woke ’employees’) is, in a word, Awful. There is no filth, perversion, or subversion they will not promote, no lies they will not tell.
It is exactly like the BBC and NPR. So-called “public” broadcasting channels that are havens for the filthy, the perverted, the deranged, the treasonous and the slanderous. There exists no degradation they will not promote, no depravity they will not support, no blasphemy they will not broadcast.