dustandsunlight said: You are a wicked, wicked boy with a very dark dry wit sir….
Christmas is a pagan holiday about a Jewish guy, with German decorations.
Great, gentle, strong man. The world mourns for lack of more like him.
Obamacare is like Stalin, it is forcing me to cuddle my kitty or face a fine! I guess I’m forced to cuddle him. What ever happened to personal choice.
Okay, I heard that Mr. Grinch song yesterday in a store and I know the Grinch is a dick, but that song is just total trash talking. Nothing but different ways of saying the Grinch is crap. Oh, look at the baby Jesus and the children laughing and playing and the adorable Rudolf and the sweet drummer boy … but fuck that Grinch guy. I mean, wasn’t the whole point of the story that, you know, the Whoville Whos were all Dalai Lama and shit because it wasn’t about the presents? I mean you didn’t see Cindy Lou Who going around calling him a cocksucker or anything.
I am all the audience of loss, burned away by electrons, impermanent.
For the Angels, birth onto the Earth is death, thrown down in Sheol.
People who only read the back of their eyelids are always telling me to open my eyes.
People who only talk to brick walls are telling me to listen.
This has received far more trenchant analysis than I was prepared for. Nevertheless, I shall not fail in my kitty-attaching-to-posts duties, so, to wit: Livingstone contemplates the sunrise beset with one of his sporadic bouts of Ozmandias melancholia.
I’m five floors up and my window looks out into the top of a tree, where a squirrel has a ball of leaves for a nest. I guess squirrels semi-hibernate in them. Anyway this hawk shows up and dives into the nest. The squirrel was like, “Fuck that guy,” and slipped out the back door. The hawk, unrequited, swooped away.
We have hawks in New York. True story.