December 2009
10 posts
Suicide in the Trenches
I knew a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum, With crumps and lice and lack of rum, He put a bullet through his brain. No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you’ll never...
Into the breach, meatbags.
– Bender
No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the...
– Hunter S. Thompson
And there is the account of the hanging of three men, and a scuba diver, and a...
– Magnolia
Giddy Yap
Watching Appaloosa. Hot damn, Ed Harris is hotter than Georgia Asphalt.
Porn study fails to find smut virgins →
Seriously? Are they surprised by these findings?
Something Beautiful
I asked the internet to show me something beautiful.
Everything it showed me said, “Buy now!”
I don’t think the internet gets it.
Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson