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“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.”
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
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
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.
Gerard Van der Leun
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She’s a Scorpio. That explains a lot.
Oh dear. Grade school could not have been easy.
GAD !!! She looked like Alfred E Newman’s Sister !
“The first 24 hours of a corporate Communism lie are important because once cemented in the public’s mind, no amount of proof can dissolve it.”
More than that, their true faithful will demand that lie. They will embrace it as the swine eagerly shoves its snout into its swill, rooting with pleasure.
How much happier she would have been if she’d have settled down, married a nice architect, had a passel of kids and asked cookies for the PTA.
Yes, Jewell, she would have been happy,
1. murdering her husband in his sleep.
2. drowning the kids.
3. putting strychnine in the cookies served at the PTA.
to become president of the PTA.
To, Hillary Clinton
You will not be the first woman president of the United States. Hahahahahaha!
You missed your chance. Yes, you blew it with your sense of entitlement that you, still today, hold as you were “born to be president”.
You ran a crappy campaign.
You and your pals in the DNC cheated Bernie to get the nomination and you still lost.
You are nothing more than a bitter has-been in the manure pile of history.
When Donald Trump destroys your long time buddy in corruption, you may actually stand a chance of being indicted for your long list of criminal endeavors. I hope it causes you sleeplessness and inner torment for the remainder of your days, Bitch.
No STFU and go away.
While I am enjoying the Trump success as much as the next guy, I’ll add a word of caution for my friends assembled here: Before we annoint ACB with angelic wings, let’s see her issue a decision or two and see what we think then.
While I am enjoying the Trump success as much as the next guy, I’ll add a word of caution for my friends assembled here: Before we annoint ACB with angelic wings, let’s see her issue a decision or two and see what we think then.
Apologies for the double post.
Jewel sed: “…married a nice architect…”
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What’d we do to deserve that???
We won’t lose our fear and loathing of Hillary until she is screwed in her coffin.
And Surber is a daily read for me!
Who could have guessed that such a sweet-looking, adorable little girl would grow up to be the murderous, treacherous, treasonous spawn of Satan?
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Don Surber is my early morning pick-me-up!
Tried to make a comment twice, got “Error establishing a database connection”
Have the guardians of rightthink found A. Digest?
There have been off again and on again hits of the server that AD is hosted on over the past month. The great team at Hosting Matters always sets it to rights after a bit.