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I see worms devouring rats.But I'm not here to talk about politics.
 
But the real relics ('realics' call 'em, or, say, dinosaurs) are exactly those voters who reject increased gas taxes. We have to stop using this shit, now, or we're cooked. Simple as that.
 
A muse turns her back:
     Boom! Boom! Pow! Gotta git get!
Thinking more about the verses from Matthew quoted here recently ... and unbidden - atavistic Tourette's - out pops "Let's hear it for heathens and publicans!"
Yeah. Fuck 'em: the bourgeois Christian hypocrites with their complacent cruel shunning.
I have been reading that the big bang universe is a probability event (Paul Davies in The Independent in 1996). Where does that leave morality? Nowhere. OK, maybe so, but even then I will resist - crazy, but there it is. :-)
My friends are dying and I didn't reach them, can't reach them. Murray Gollin, Simon Charlie, two times Pius Power, Keith Ecclestone, Dave Stevenson (Shaumigá), Anne Swan, Mary Lou Obrien, Eddie Robson, Gerry Sorensen, Vincent Twight, Morley Ayearst ... faster and faster now.
I recite Dylan Thomas, sing old tunes from Loggins & Messina ... 'down by the old willow tree' ... |
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If Stephen Harper is locked in ice, malignant scientists' Ice-9, shards of the Ice Queen's mirror, anomalous weather events ... ice of whatever kind; well ...so am I. |
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