Monday, April 30, 2012
He is a monster He is a monster Was he really born this way? He is a monster He is a monster He is always there when you turn the page. No Restraining He's retaining Everything he sees While the world shook He's eating another book I hope he shares some with me He is a monster He is a monster Was he really born this way? He is a monster He is a monster He is always there when you turn the page. SFC
Friday, April 27, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Dreamed that I was back at the old Propane Driver job. And I was miserable. And in a way, I really am. Here in heaven, just another hell. Just another winner, pours his life down the drain
Just another island in a hurricane
Just another loser, like a cat in the rain
Just another day ace up...in the path of a speeding train.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
By G. K. Chesterton
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Willem, die Madoc maecte,
Daer hi dicken omme waecte,
Hem vernoyde so haerde
Dat die avonture van Reynaerde
In dietsche onghemaket bleven
(Die Arnout niet hevet vulscreven)
Dat hi die vijte van Reynaerde dede soucken
Ende hise na den walschen boucken
In dietsche dus hevet begonnen.
Willem who has made Madoc,
and suffered many a sleepless night in doing so,
that the adventures of Reynaert
had not been translated in Dutch
(because Arnout had not completed his work).
So he has researched the facts of Reynard's deeds
and in the same way as the French books
has he written it in Dutch.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
a character or thing that suddenly enters the story in a novel, play, movie, etc., and solves a problem that had previously seemed impossible to solve. O.K. So our caravan now was rolling through the steppes of central Asia. Things were about as good as one could reasonably expect them to be, considering that I had to hold the whole affair up for almost two hours, earlier that morning, to go wash and dry my pants down by the river's edge. The curry we'd had for dinner that previous evening, ran through me like a tornado and sure as you-know-what, I'd shat them, thine aforementioned pantaloons that is.