Does he even know that it’s Saturday, or that “two feets they come a creepin’/ Like a black cat do”?! He does and he is smöl with egregious beads about it ^w^
July 6, 2025 at 3:28 AM
Does he even know that it’s Saturday, or that “two feets they come a creepin’/ Like a black cat do”?! He does and he is smöl with egregious beads about it ^w^
“look down oh great Romantic. you who can predict from every position, you who know that everybody’s not a Job or a Nero nor a J.C. Penney… look down & seize your gambler’s passion, make high wire experts into heroes, presidents into con men.”
- Bob Dylan, Tarantula, ca. ~1964
June 18, 2025 at 4:08 PM
“look down oh great Romantic. you who can predict from every position, you who know that everybody’s not a Job or a Nero nor a J.C. Penney… look down & seize your gambler’s passion, make high wire experts into heroes, presidents into con men.”
“By God,” Uncle Willy said, “damn if these Republicans and Democrats and XYZ’s ain’t going to have it soon where a man can’t even flush the toilet in his own bathroom.”
- William Faulkner, “Uncle Willy”
June 14, 2025 at 11:38 PM
“By God,” Uncle Willy said, “damn if these Republicans and Democrats and XYZ’s ain’t going to have it soon where a man can’t even flush the toilet in his own bathroom.”