A Bird to His Mathematics and Song Memory

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• Forgive me, I jones The Sarah and Red Hen Show.
• When professional Democrats call this a win for Trump, they are not wrong.
• Everything is a win for Trump. Everything.
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• I don't know there *is* a Trump brake, 
• (by "Trump brake" I certainly don't mean Motherfucking Democrats
• I mean billionaires planning to get the half-penny on my dead body).
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• Verily, I've never eaten at a Waffle House and never will. 
• Trump broke Kayfabe, he owns Kayfabe, he can say anyfuckingthing he wants,
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• Professional Democrats will eat your FUCK YOUS like they slap gnats.
• Bipartisanship - harass motherfucking Democrats too.

• Thread.
• This is true.
• school's out in the city of the dead.
• Materialism and superstition (and unrelated to post, bleggal redesign).
• Never gonna happen.
• Reminder: Bernie sucks too.
• This turd, who published Charles Krauthammer, explains what's important.
• Maggie's weekly links.
• I'm not going to type it all out again or even link to it here, but I need mention RIP Donald Hall, my brother-in-laws godfather, best friend of my father-in-law (who died before I met Earthgirl), who was Kind to me, and I'll skip the rest....
• This will be used to tell you to shut the fuck up.
• Mrs Spat has no idea where the dead rat came from.
• { feuilleton }'s weekly links.
• Sheerness-on-Sea.

SOUL IN MIGRATION

Joseph Ceravolo

How many sights
do I have that I'm
       against?
    A body and even the blesses are
a nuisance of man's
                   glory. It is transitory;
a bird to
his mathematics and
song memory. My song's
had enough. My song is
enough plow courage;
against my soda is loud and
cares like a stable horse
out of a thunderbolt.
We're crazy men.

Out of a she
       I come to
you, shot or clubbed like
a fisherman without a fish.
Without a desperation to sing.
I want to be a servant
even though I try,
but this is backed
up for man's life, backed up.

Are these the high schools
     in our drinks?
To take us
          in a school of fish


              oh the sea, sea


                       we feel


Ah like a fish.


And we could be born
irrevocable, testament, poverty


in the garden: Then
    only then will
I hear my my son
    change toys
    at the beginning of a new day:
                                 a wave,
                                               splash.