Swans Have Been Feasting on the Tainted Snails. The Swans are Sick

Jeebusfuck, their unalienable rights to punish sluts for sluttishly fucking pigs endangered, pigs power up the ATVs and yadda, I've been singing this song longer than this shetty bleg but no less loud than singing my roobity, which exists to feed my pig hate.

I'm watching Obama's presser on health care, and know what? My knowledge of what's in any bill is zippo. I know I'll hate the Democrats for what they settle for knowing who they bargained against and love hating who they bargained against .06% more than I hate Democrats. I'm watching Obama's presser on health care: he feels like an 82 win regular season team winning the World Series.

Mofos, roobity is not accepting human's incremental movement from Total Assholes to Pretty Much Total Asshole is glacial, roobity is belief Pretty Much Total Asshole is remarkable achievement.

I could find leftwing echoes to above rightwing We the Peopling, which is to say midsummer meh is a Lyme Disease of will, aching, enervating, bulls-eyed. You disc golf you get ticks is as predictive as you root you get roobies, the symptoms an increase in my already aching meh and a psychic rash I can't help scratching.

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• Elric's in Vienna, says he's got some Wien kit.*
• Serial War.
• Shoot to thrill, way to kill.
• Those who resist the end of racial profiling.
• UPDATE! Via a comment from Montag, Frog.
• What the media will focus on.
• UPDATE! Another take.
• UPDATE! While I've given up on Obama ever not siding w/entrenched interests, entrenched interests' requirement that Obama be a good Tom reminds me what Obama would face if he did truly challenge entrenched interests.
• UPDATE!

 

• UPDATE! Jim proves The Birther's theories true!
• UPDATE! *!hEh!*
• Yes.
• Here's Jess, our dumb and pathetically needy cat, who makes me feel fail I don't love her more:

• Look at these.
• Jacques Tati, who a favorite mentor always praises.
• Seidel reviewed yet again.
• Gabriel remembered.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• UPDATE! If this is in my head, be in yours.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• UPDATE! My head, your head.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Good and generous MP3s.

Updates later. Or not.

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JEREMIAD

Norman Dubie

After a night of opium and alcohol, Edgar Poe
Walks out of a laundry into the harsh sunlight
Of an affluent Baltimore. From behind, as I see him,
He is not
Of experience, and he is without sin -
He waddles in the archetype of Charlie Chaplin
And crosses the street to the park
Where yesterday evening yellow swathes of poison
We dropped on the wind
To kill an unprecedented population
Of ground snails.

Now, Poe is reaching the great lawn of the park
Where swans have been feasting
On the tainted snails. The swans are sick.
Poe, drugged as he is,
Shatters with this vision of vomiting swans. He turns,

And running at him
In a line fifty yards long
Is a pack of stray dogs from everywhere
In Baltimore. They will eat the swans.

Edgar Allan Poe, who stood between them,
Made a judgment -

The hounds of hell were coming for him;
He climbed the statue of a stylish general
On a rearing horse.
He clung to the marble thigh of the stallion.
He watched, in horror, the field below him.
The torn swans were long sylabbles
Over the ground.
By the time he was able to climb down,
A crowd had formed. He told them, wide-eyed,

He told them what he saw - truth and beauty
Fornicating on the public lawn. Everyone frowned

As they sometimes will in Baltimore.

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*UPDATE!

My scenic route from Hilltop to Soccerplex this past Tuesday:

Foxhall to Canal to Clara Barton to Cabin John to River to Partnership to White's Ferry Rd to West Willard to West Offutt to Edwards Ferry Road to River to Elmer School to White's Ferry Rd to Martinsburg to Dickerson Rd (Rt 28) to Park Mill to Bear Branch to Mt Ephraim to Comus to Sugarloaf Mountain (where I stopped for half an hour to sit on the stone bench at the lower circle where I wrote much of the first draft of my masters thesis, and would have a photo for you if the drunken lout hadn't knocked the camera out of my hand later that evening)

SUB-UPDATE! I fixed my camera: figuring WTF, I slammed the jammed telescopic lens against my desk, and Viola! where I wrote most of the first draft of my masters thesis (and have spent many magical days for over thirty years)

to Comus to Mt Ephraim to Harris to Barnesville to Clopper (Rt 117) to Germantown (Rt 118) to Germantown Park Rd to Soccerplex. Easy.

BONUS YAY! THE CAMERA WORKS UPDATE!

Just before halftime:

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Hamster emailed and asked if I wanted to go to Neko Case next Tuesday in Bawlmer, but next Tuesday is FIRPODAY!

So no, but damn.