If I'd known - rather, if I'd thought to look, though I've no idea whether I could place a bet online at a European oddsmaker - I'd have put $10 on this:
The online bookmaker Betsafe had been offering odds of 175-1 that the Uruguayan, twice banned for biting, would sink his teeth into an opponent during the World Cup in Brazil. Sure enough, more than 100 gamblers decided that it was worth a punt. When Suárez seemingly did just that to Chiellini near the end of their Group D clash in Natal, it was time to celebrate.
Easy money. As is any bet that I couldn't go more than six months without daydreaming of changing this blog's appearance. I'm not going to - yet - since it's not this blog's appearance but it's content that I daydream most about changing. I dicked around and created another joint for giggles and fuck it and fuck me and probable abandonment, not even writing there - yet, he says - what I don't allow myself to write here. No, it's not on any of the blogrolls. I am the self-Suarez of bleggalgazers.
AFTER LIGHGHT
Tom Thompson
Look, I’ve already ruined it
or it’s ruined me.
The dawn I see by doesn’t need me
like I need it
and any extra letters it brings.
What we call mountains
is a deep violet strip
narrowly rising and falling over the green.
You might call them clouds
and be right
or hand me something crisp
call it money or flowers
and set it alight.
ruination....top five....necessity
ReplyDeletea) Won't you please crawl out your window - Bob Dylan
He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that can’t answer him back
I’m sure that he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless it’s to say
That he needs you to test his inventions
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it won’t ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he throws it
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it won’t ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
Are you frightened of the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little tin women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Come on out the dark is beginning
Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it won’t ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to
Copyright © 1965, 1966 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993, 1994 by Special Rider Music
Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/es/node/26770#ixzz35eoXng5H
b)among the top five hendrix covers of dylan
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7LSfnpcvwA
jimi throws in a line from 'positively 4th street' towards the end
c) If he needs a third eye he just grows it
“New organs of being come into existence as the result of necessity. Therefore, O man, increase your necessity, so that you may increase your perception”. Jallaludini Rumi
Self-biter?
ReplyDeleteA serial offender too.
ReplyDeleteCharlie, that's more Dylan and Hendrix that has appeared - and will appear, at least as via me - in this blog's history. I don't dislike either, I don't get either.