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Ready for the cease and desist
Damn.
Marston Meadows: A corona for Prue
FINALLY found this again.
Here in the northern hemisphere the vernal equinox just passed and the days arequickly getting longer. One of my col...
The bullet doesn't care how handsome you are
A comic artist illustrates the screamy horror of first-time parenthood
Very, very astute
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n. The feeling of remorse when awoken suddenly that you will never get to know the ending of your dream.
We ate bitter chocolate in the hacienda
Then grappled, fingers locked
Floor stones growing damp beneath us
Yes, we were full then
The way a bubble is full of air
How the internal combustion engine works. Described once as "peak blogging" and I'm inclined to agree. If only every lesson could be taught this clearly.
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Rumble and gasp Grind and twist My lines run through you deeply Canisters crammed with your sticky intelligence Vector through your tubes Profusely seeking your yolk Unaware that it dried up Long ago
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Sea-Fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over. By John Masefield
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