We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are.
Tennyson
A song for an old man — Ulysses
*may contain spider sugar
*may contain spider sugar
MY LAWYER: like a whiny little bitch your honor
ME: hey quit it i do not
JUDGE: whoa i see what you mean counselor
MY LAWYER: right? so annoying
MY LAWYER: like a whiny little bitch your honor
ME: hey quit it i do not
JUDGE: whoa i see what you mean counselor
MY LAWYER: right? so annoying
Image: RRC 458/1. Link - numismatics.org/crro/id/rrc-...
Image: RRC 458/1. Link - numismatics.org/crro/id/rrc-...
I only recently returned to poems after enjoying writing them as a kid. It's a very vulnerable exercise; I'd been conditioned to find modern poetry to be cringe, and getting back into it has been scary and rewarding. Anyway, hope you enjoy
I only recently returned to poems after enjoying writing them as a kid. It's a very vulnerable exercise; I'd been conditioned to find modern poetry to be cringe, and getting back into it has been scary and rewarding. Anyway, hope you enjoy
MARY: what should we name him
*baby shits all over*
JOSEPH: jesus christ
MARY: what should we name him
*baby shits all over*
JOSEPH: jesus christ
I still think this — from After Magritte — is the best Stoppard line. (Arcadia is my pick for the best play.)
I still think this — from After Magritte — is the best Stoppard line. (Arcadia is my pick for the best play.)