Posted on 08/05/2018 10:45:44 AM PDT by ransomnote
“Trust The Plan”
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*poof*
Yea. There is that.
But if feelings can be wrong, I should be doing twenty to life without in Gitmo.
But I do love my mana (see tagline).
Bagster
Fairy dust?
Bagster
Sir? a minute of your time? explain to the good people how to dispatch the bots into a /0 loop?
If Hillary runs again, it will be MAD DOG vs ANGRY B***H.
hehe
nite
You got the best poems EVER.
:)
Bagster
Put me down for Bar-B-Q
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NOTED! Ill get it started now!
*texokie goes out to start the fire in the grill. She does a great job at that, and is really proud of herself as she gets the coals going for the ribs. She returns to the Qanteen without any eyebrows, and massively charred bangs, and starts the pot of BBQ sauce. She is glad LiveFreeOrDie2001 requested BBQ, because she knew she needed to produce either sauce or a coroners report in her last note from txhurl*
Looks like all the bases are covered. Waiting is all that remains.
If I were planning an event like Q suggests may occur, a weekend would be high on the list of potential dates, especially a three-day weekend. It would minimize disruption.
That actually was the first time I ever said ‘sauce’. Like James Carville would pronounce ‘source’, and we know the anons ain’t all Ragin’ Cajuns.
Wouldn’t that be 2024?
Isn’t Trump already running in 2020?
>>pow[mind](pstchew)[blown]wow<<
How in the hell can you tell the difference between Hillary and a mad dog? You know, drooling stuff, tongue lolling about, that weird shrieking noise, that horrid smell? And that’s just Hillary!
TNT or Plutonium ...
Well, why dont you direct us to something youve played that we ALL can enjoy?
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well....
*texokie looks around the Qanteen and since nobody is there, she leans to Jamestown1630.... and whispers....*
I like this one!
My dow, Kiwi, doesn’t care for that song. He’s howling. He’s partial to classic rock and some classical....and some instruments. I enjoyed it tho!
that would be DOG! oh geeze, now he’s really ticked at me!
You’re an ass; but I love poetry so I’ll succumb this once.
Two of my favorites.
First, by A.R. Ammons, the second by Gerard Manley Hopkins:
Hardweed Path Going - A.R. Ammons
Every evening, down into the hardweed
going,
the slop bucket heavy, held-out, wire handle
freezing in the hand, put it down a minute, the jerky
smooth unspilling levelness of the knees,
meditation of a bucket rim,
lest the wheat meal,
floating on clear greasewater, spill,
down the grown-up path:
don’t forget to slop the hogs,
feed the chickens,
water the mule,
cut the kindling,
build the fire,
call up the cow:
supper is over, it’s starting to get
dark early,
better get the scraps together, mix a little meal in,
nothing but swill.
The dead-purple woods hover on the west.
I know those woods.
Under the tall, ceiling-solid pines, beyond the edge of
field and brush, where the wild myrtle grows,
I let my jo-reet loose.
A jo-reet is a bird. Nine weeks of summer he
sat on the well bench in a screened box,
a stick inside to walk on,
“jo-reet,” he said, “jo-reet.”
and I
would come up to the well and draw the bucket down
deep into the cold place where red and white marbled
clay oozed the purest water, water celebrated
throughout the county:
“Grits all gone?”
“jo-reet.”
Better turn him loose before
cold weather comes on.
Doom caving in
inside
any pleasure, pure
attachment
of love.
Beyond the wild myrtle away from cats I turned him loose
and his eye asked me what to do, where to go;
he hopped around, scratched a little, but looked up at me.
Don’t look at me. Winter is coming.
Disappear in the bushes. I’m tired of you and will
be alone hereafter. I will go dry in my well.
I will turn still.
Go south. Grits is not available in any natural form.
Look under leaves, try mushy logs, the floors of piny-woods.
South into the dominion of bugs.
They’re good woods.
But lay me out if a mourning dove far off in the dusky pines starts.
Down the hardweed path going,
leaning, balancing, away from the bucket, to
Sparkle, my favorite hog, sparse, fine black hair,
grunted while feeding if rubbed,
scratched against the hair, or if talked to gently:
got the bottom of the slop bucket:
“Sparkle...”
“grunt, grunt...”
“You hungry?”
“grunt, grunt...”
“Hungry, girly?”
“grunt, grunt, grunt....”
blowing, bubbling in the trough.
Waiting for the first freeze:
“Think it’s going to freeze tonight?” say the neighbors,
the neighbors going by.
Hog-killing.
Oh Sparkle, when the axe tomorrow morning falls
and the rush is made to open your throat,
I will sing, watching dry-eyed as a man, sing my
love for you in the tender feedings.
She’s nothing but a hog, boy.
Bleed out, Sparkle, the moon-chilled bleaches
of your body hanging upside-down
hardening through the mind and night of the first freeze.
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Pied Beauty - Gerard Manley Hopkins
Glory be to God for dappled things
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
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