The Goats Of My Life

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder If I could put a notion in his head

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This Sunday night I mull on these lines from Steely Dan Can you hear the evil crowd The lies and the laughter I hear my inside The mechanized hum of another world

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The fear of being there and feeling nothing

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Hidden from all, the hedgehog finds her way back home again

Back to school to learn to sit, the student waits for the opportunity to leap from the open window

Rain falling on a rock in the dark endlessly

A voice from below wakes you before dawn

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To blame oneself for all problems, the losers tonic I have mighty wanting of, but truth nonetheless!

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Somethings when spoken become a joke

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Cowardice by far is more disgusting than stupidity

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Things should work, people should work to make things work, then all will be as play.

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Samir, Riad, Rajka, Miki, Marijia, Mašo

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Got a visit from Rocket Raccoon last night on my balcony, serious talks. Reptilians are bolstering forces on the darkside of the Moon. Greys are very concerned, and want an independent and US aligned Taiwan. He wouldn’t explain beyond this.

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The only memes I enjoy, truly, are the ones our HR guy sends out (cats, fantasy film characters) reminding us to submit our timesheets, nothing else.

I save them in their own outlook folder, collecting them like Pokemon cards.

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Pretty sure the fantastic eastern pan flute sound in Gabriel’s Sledgehammer is sampled in Burial’s Shell of Light briefly - I wont look it up on that site, but will choose to believe it.

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Twin Peaks was my reefer madness, it scared me straight.

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Slavic truck drivers on worker’s visas punching mulleted kraut protesters in the face forever

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Everyone needs a father

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There’s People

A man approaches a large bald mongolian thug at the counter of a gas station on the edge of town and offers him 500 dollars to confront an older man in a cafe he’s known by the thug’s customer to frequent.

“This man has been speaking to my seven year old children about sex” he tells the thug, an enormous man of first principles, but no scholar or developed intellectual.

“I want you to grab him at his table and tell him to never speak to a child about sex again. Here, keep this.” A man about 65 stood upright in front of a garden wall, handsome square and large headed, a modest suit and a full head of parted ash hair.

The thug accepted half of his final $500 payment and went his way to the said cafe.

An elderly well dispositioned man sits inside reading a paper with a lukewarm ginger tea.

The bawdy Mongolion loses all self control hearing himself, and after approaching and speaking his paid lines to the man, slams the mark’s head into the table ferociously, breaking head and table with it in a flurry of apelike blows.

After much commotion and police interrogation of witnesses, and the deceased’s lovely wife, it’s revealed a faculty member working under the slain headmaster is embroiled in an ongoing pederasty fracas - having been last seen driving a very fuel efficient car at a breakneck speed onto a highway to the border.

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Never made the sephardic to sephara connection until now

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Your 20s in the 20s are over when you see that all the talk of capital and capitalism amounts to is gurning over having to work for a living.