Are you exhausted yet‽

Freyja dag nótt

An oðer Freyja dag nótt
and I ain't got no body
Got no money
ðo I just got paid

For Tea Too

Q. What's Joie de vivre?
A. 101010

Mr Winston

10-9-1940

Entropy

Things Fall Apart

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not scruple s

Some Cats

Left in the Twentieth Century

I left the Twentieth Century
and you lay there beneath me your
words, unhappy when you fell asleep.

Hear is everything I can do about it.

Feel hopeful. Face your
beauty that I must start
to rescribe it, hope here the thing
I do will make you happy while
you sleep.

To have and to hold till death does ðe part

Haves argue amongst themselves over the best method of preserving what they have stolen from have-nots and stealing whatever little remains to them; however, in the end they always manage to do it anyway.

Have-nots always argue amongst themselves over the best method of stealing what little they have from each other; however, in the end haves take all of it.

Still
death comes calling to take it all
not one atom of matter remains
not one glimmer of thought remains
not one passing spirit wind remains
not even remains remains

and our little speck of dust in the middle of nowhere
keeps hurtling along to the nowhere
where not even s he remain s till

Xificurc

Don't cry for me, Argentina, seeing me so grave

This little space was hollow and thundered
By Lucid eccentric, ice broken ground
Father, Father, are you ‽
Mother, Mother, cry, cry!

Michael struggled, cried, moaned
Peter sank deep the golden lance ...
Only One, We're an other alone,
None dare cast the true chance ▽

Ordo Præditorum Priorities

Art. 5

The more grave delict of the attempted sacred ordination of a woman is also reserved to the [Roman Inquisition]: ...

Art. 6

§ 1. The more grave delicts against morals which are reserved to the [Roman Inquisition] are:

1° the delict against the sixth commandment of the Decalogue committed by a cleric with a minor ...

—NORMÆ SUBSTANTIALES

Song of my sort

Let the snake wait while
the weed
the writhing
bee

slow & quick
sharp & strike
quiet & wait
sleepness—

threw
met a four two wreck on I'll
the man & the stoned

Composing no ideas
but the thing itself

Revent!

Sex I rage is my power
that splits
and rocks

Misses Hippy

Striving 4
precise ambiguity

f just achieving

muddy waters

well ...

Muddy Waters was petty good

Cocu

Woody, so long, bare

Cuckoo!

Up and woody, I know where
Two ones fall.
Yet I and him are all
His phantasy.

Cuckoo!

I too,
here,
I sing merry as can be
I who dare,
Great and careless love, I laugh at care,
And since
You're gone

Cuckoo!

In woods grow weary,
In scented woods, drowsy, call

Cuckoo!

Woody, so long, bare

A is for

A is for Ass
B is for Bum
C is for call me when you want to come

D is for Danny
E is for Ed
F is for (guess this one!)

G is for George
H is for Harmon
I is for my self I guess I'm this one

J is for Jack
K is for Kool
L is for Love which makes all a fool

M is for May
N is for No
O is for OhOhOhOhOhOH O!

P is it self
Q is so queer
R is behind it self in the rear

S is for someday
T is Tom or row
U has now left behind me in sorrow

V is so Vexing
W is so Why
X is the rating for life by and by

Y is still Y
Z en the end

Spirit of 76

Happy Birthday Kongi!

L'amour fatigué

I'm tired of money all the time

I still love love
I still love rhyme

A little twist,
another shout

enraptured pleasure all the time.

The Even Load

I will not try broad reach again,
I will not sale before the wind,
No more my place bereft of men
Earda's farm wi' men thinned

Butt I will sit beside the fire,
And there, to fill my heart's desire,
Put my hand between my thighs,
The last of all our youless he's

Quiet evening kept his tryst:
Beneath an open sky we rode,
And passed into a cloudy mist
Along the perfect even load.

The salt even load that needs
Met O's gush to near the sound
Of waters mingling in the Reids,
And binds my heart to share his ground.

A lovely river, all alone,
He lingers in the hills and holes
A hundred little scents of tone,
Are gotten in the best end roles.

Baba Zumbi

I never liked hip-hop.

Of all the hip-hop I've previously heard
since some time in the '70s
there were two songs I liked
and I've forgotten both of them.

Hip-hop, basically dance music, I always hated disco.

Current commercial hip-hop is basically misogynistic шitty disco with foul language and buggery thuggery attitude.

So, someone had to come along an' prove me completely wrong.

Here he is: Baba Zumbi & here Zion I Crew

No, I'm not saying he's sell-out commercial, I'm saying he's made music that's witty not шitty and I enjoy listening to.
Three of the first songs of his I've listened to gave me the spine-tingling-emotion thrill thing and off hand I can't think of any current musician that's done that.

AMoral Alphabet (excerpt)

D: The Dashing Danny Boy he
Will he do his best for D.
The early bird observed with awe
His back, glistening sweat he saw.
His look was gay, his voice was strong;
His tail was neither short nor long;
His trunk most elongated nose,
Was large enough I would suppose;
His teeth, as O. the Wilde allows
With tongue he covers like a cow's
He often liked and swished to pass
Long peaceful nights smoking' the Grass,
A splash of brute, mad love preferred
To pop in baths without a bird
His creature slimier than the snail
You see at once it will not fail
To joy gladly when he slid
And tumbled (as he nightly did).
Then leave off with the morning light
Returning home; served up just right.

MORAL
If you were born to walk the streets
Remain there; fool around.

E stands for Ego