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i meant the ads. I don’t give a fuck about an empty traincar

the most beautiful sight you’ll ever see. Not a single one on. Even the wicked must sleep.

my fear is that should i get a keyboard I might accidentally play it.

Nuno Calvet (1932-), Rocha (da série "Caminhos")

I'd never vocally stimmed before I heard Richard Wilson say I don't believe it and you can bet your bottom dollar I've not believed anything since.

Marnix De Keukelaere 'Drones' series, 2010

I'se been upon de karpet, Fo' lo, dese many days; De men folks seem to sneer me, In der kin' ob way. But I don't min' der foolin', Case I sho' is jis as fine As any Kershaw pumpkin A hangin on de vine. I looks at dem sometimes, But hol's my head up high, Case I is fer above dem As de moon is in de sky. Dey sho' do t'ink dey's so much, But I sho' is jis as fine As eny sweet potato Dat's growd up from de vine. Dey needn't t'ink I's liken dem, Case my match am hard to fin', En I don't want de watermillion Dat's lef' upon de vine. Case I ain't no spring chicken, Dis am solid talk, En I don't want anything Dat's foun' upon de walk. Case ef I'd wanted anything, I'd hitched up years ago, En had my sher ob trouble. But my min' tol' me no. I'd rader be a single maid, A wanderin' bout de town, Wid skercely way to earn my bread, En face all made ob frowns,— Den hitched up to some numbskull, Wid skercely sense to die, En I know I cud'n kill him, Dar'd be no use to try. So don't let ol' maids boder you, I'll fin' a match some day, Or else I'll sho' 'main single, You hear me what I say! I specs to hol' my head up high En always feel as free As any orange blossom A hangin' on de tree.

Maggie Pogue Johnson