Heh, I've asked numerous times over the years of bleg if anyone could recommend a program that would allow me to post my calligraphic scratchings. Consider yourself warned.
I love you, I won't do it to you, though I'd do almost anything to get the taste of America's sherrodgasm out of my mouth.
- Nobody cares.
- The lies that bind.
- Fuck Your Goddamned Optics.
- I can't believe it's not butter.
- On power.
- It works.
- NSA building off 32 and nympho-librarians. One exists.
- I'm on a world serpent.
- UPDATE! No. Sillyass question.
- Steny Fucking Hoyer, Asshole-Maryland.
- Metro!
- Surprisingly, BLCKDGRD did not make WTOP's list.
- Selfish idiots.
- Witz?
- As if by chance.
- The meaning of existence.
EPITAPH ON A TYRANT
W.H. Auden
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
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