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Unseen, you must know this poem.

as this the face that launch’d a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
Her lips suck forth my soul: see where it flies!

I just judo jima freestyle and literary earwurms come out.

Professing the prophetic prophecies the tumbless toppers sought council with coppers, coopers, swill and swoopers, gutter snipe, neerdowells…cuz utter bullshit is what sells. Pick a flavor. Oh, any one. They’re all so tasty. So much fun.

A sucker is born every day. It is on full display. Paragoric. High caloric. Stoicism is sophomoric.…[Read more]

I think reverse discrimination is a valid concept. It is a reversal of the power dynamic. The oppressors are instead the oppressed. So instead of Blacks being victims of racism/bigotry in USA the Blacks discriminate against the Whites.

In a way there is greater justification for reverse racism than racism. For instance and i am thinking of a…[Read more]

Enco, would you donate your stimulus or are your principles inviolate?

Lets assume that the donation will save the life of a victim of the fire.

I would have wagered that watches would not take up so many words on this site. Just goes to show or is another illustration that seemingly improbable is inevitable. We should not freak out at ridiculous coincidences. The concatenation is an oblation to a craven nation.

Enco,

I remember. I recall. Aint forgot that little yellow fucker at all. I don’t hanker for a hunk a cheese. Other comestibles put me at ease. Still others ward off disease. But that self righteous little fucker makes me angry, makes me pucker.

Time?

What is time?

I got no time for time. Watching a watch record time aint sublime. My watches gather dust. Watches are for me a bust. To dust we shall return. Watches i spurn.

Enco, first Vienna Teng and now this.

Started listening. Seems interesting although he is way off on how old microscope is. Hope he aint a quack.

If you are eager to extend your life then you must be struck by the futility. No I am not referring to the obvious and inevitable. Rather the rats in a cage. Same old patterns. New existential crises.

I wonder what percent of intentional prospective parents ponder the wisdom of bringing new life to this shit show.

What is the distinction between an artificial country and a legit?

What was i thinking when the ship was sinking and the sailors stinking?