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[nemesisyphus]

the principle ingredient of life is love

leila chatti, “Tea” @metamorphesque / geese sculptures by @claypigeonpottery / @softsweetwhispers / flying geese, ohara shōson / emily rapp

[abirdnameddani]

[meropod]

213. Goose crossing. #project365 #goose #goosetown (at Pine Brook, Morris County, New Jersey) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0pA3danQN3/?igshid=hr46xo87fc1i

[hockeyrepair]

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Goosetown on Lincoln has playoffcandles.com candles! Get it! #PlayoffCandles #Bar #Goosetown #WillowGlen (at Goosetown Lounge) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxg1sNXjI7_/?igshid=g2hib6spax4m

[fortheloveofpunk]

Turch defies all physics with his somber rock. #goosetown #lawsuitmodels #bigfootsighting (at Goosetown Tavern)

[purplecoloredglasses]

Goosetown: The Devil's Milk Pt. 2

Goosetown: The Devil’s Milk Pt. 2

Goosetown: The Devil’s Milk, Part 2 is the second installment of a trilogy developed by The Center of Applied Theater and Active Culture and New World Performance Lab. Written and directed by Akron theatre artist, JT Buck, it’s a historical drama set in early 20th century Akron, Ohio. A tale of struggle, pain, and despair, this is the retelling of Akron’s history right before the great flood of…

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[encorelit-blog]

A new poem by Donald McGrath

Goose Village, 1963, a ghost town in southwest Montreal

Goosetown Hardly auspicious, growing up right there, where the ancestors came to perish of typhus and despair in fever sheds. Yet here he stands, Mr. D. Delaney, the cane that usually shores up his starboard side now held aloft to buttress some high-flown claim. A grand man, and a grand talker, too! The boy helped break (accidentally, he says) a leg off a local Neptune. The gang placed it in a wheelbarrow and peddled it for scrap, transmuting bronze into silver. Proceeds from the sale—$1.85.

His Da’ kept a blunderbuss upstairs. And when the geese touched down on Windmill Point, the boy would stuff the barrel full of gravel and mimic Cartier trumpeting to auks on the Magdalens.                               If anything worth doing is worth doing well, well this was better —and by a long shot!— than eating out of trash cans.

Other days he’d go tramping after butts and roll the booty up in stolen papers. When butts got scarce he smoked the silk off corn. And when that was gone, dried horse dung made him every bit as good a man as Raleigh. And then a Jaysus hiatus in the tale … Korea, war, work, the bottle—industrial quantities of monosodium glutamate (enough to tenderize an entire colony) churning in a massive centrifuge and a tight pack of like-minded men tippling on a dizzy gangplank, not one soul among them eager to turn a hand. Yet the man progresses from ignorance of the comma and the colon —the latter “widely used” says our grammarian with a grin— to authorship and a book that deems the hand a claw, in deference to Clawhammer Jack, Leo Leonard, who earned the moniker baling on the docks. Leo’s recently decamped from Griffintown and from, indeed, this world, leaving house, horses and the Horse Palace far behind. Delaney was down there not so long ago. Concrete was being poured through Leo’s basement window. “The Griffintown Project?” I assay. “Naw, just Griffin. They dropped the ‘town’ because they don’t want you to know that anyone so much as drew a breath there.”

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loisfreakinglane replied to your post:goosetown replied to your post:goosetown replied...

w haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Yeah so like Illyria was like in heat or something. IDK. All I remember is that she gave off these pheremones that made everyone horny and everyone had sex with everyone else and I was like wow, okay, nice excuse for a porno comic. Alien sex pollen at it's finest. 

goosetown replied to your post:goosetown replied to your post:goosetown replied...

god…

Pretty much my reaction to it. Why I stopped after that.