gradually diminishing into nothing, cool, lightweight
Saturday I completely rebuilt the best tree knot I've discovered at Little Bennett. I found better fitting and flatter stones, cleaned them off, then super-glued each of three layers to each other. On Friday, in the science library with my friend in her second to last hour, I asked her if she wanted the plastic bulldog we remarked on each time together in that library or would she rather I tree hole shrine it, shrine it, she said, dog's feet now super-glued Saturday to the stone floor, I'll remember A each time I walk by it if it survives, after someone destroys it
Years ago I started this shitty blog's first purgatorial mortuary for blogs I thought dead but hoped hibernating. At that time my free shitlord blogging platform dramatically slowed loading this shitty blog if each blogrolls' feedreader hung on the dead or possibly hibernating and I found if I dumped the dead or possibly hibernating into one blogroll (and deleted from the others) the slow-loading problem got solved. This was when I did research.
I keep the mortuaries, two now, at one time my free shitlord blogging platform put a limit on how many blogs could be on a blogroll, when the first one filled up I opened a second, I don't do research anymore, I just dump the slumbering fucks into purgatory two, untormented, no fuck given by me, now and then some float to the top, I might not notice otherwise
Some months ago my free shitlord blogging platform changed the procedure for maintaining blogrolls, I missed the memo, and I mentioned it onblog not in my normal freak the fuck out but because I *wasn't* freaking the fuck out, and when friend davidly, linked below, explained to me weeks ago where to do it even then I didn't do it until after I rebuilt the best tree knot I've found at Little Bennett and super-glued A's plastic dog into it
Yes, Tom Clark and ::: wood s lot ::: , both of them stay on blogrolls of the living, it's been three years since Tom's death, five since Mark's, some of you are here because they were Kind to me
I may be he first person to weed a blogroll in seven years but if you are Kinding me, thanks, if I'm not Kinding you back please please please let me know
2/last time you pointed to a piece by caitlin johnstone in which she wrote
It’s hard to wrap your mind around, because it’s so much more profoundly evil than we’re ever taught to anticipate, but it really is an objective fact that people who make money manufacturing military weapons have a tremendous amount of influence over how and when those weapons are used. A war profiteer can pour money into campaign contributions which incentivize policymakers to push for acts of military interventionism, and pour money into think tanks and lobbying to give those policymakers an excuse to do so. This is all perfectly legal, and it happens constantly.
It’s exactly the same as murdering human beings at mass scale and selling their body parts for a tremendous profit. And it’s deemed perfectly reasonable and acceptable.
[emphasis added]
these remarks reminded me of this from a folk singer i listened to in the 1960s, when i was a teenager
"Masters Of War"
Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion' As young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins
How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead
There is a "Van Gogh Immersive Experience" show here in The City; I went to see it in late July. It was entertaining for about 20 of its 40 minutes, packed into a former auto dealership showroom with several hundred other people. I became sick 10 days later -- not Covid; just not being exposed to "normal" coronaviruses for 1+ years will allow them to sap you, and I was with no pun sick as a Dog. And the Immersive VG still sucked.
1/that's a good looking plastic bulldog
ReplyDelete2/last time you pointed to a piece by caitlin johnstone in which she wrote
It’s hard to wrap your mind around, because it’s so much more profoundly evil than we’re ever taught to anticipate, but it really is an objective fact that people who make money manufacturing military weapons have a tremendous amount of influence over how and when those weapons are used. A war profiteer can pour money into campaign contributions which incentivize policymakers to push for acts of military interventionism, and pour money into think tanks and lobbying to give those policymakers an excuse to do so. This is all perfectly legal, and it happens constantly.
It’s exactly the same as murdering human beings at mass scale and selling their body parts for a tremendous profit. And it’s deemed perfectly reasonable and acceptable.
[emphasis added]
these remarks reminded me of this from a folk singer i listened to in the 1960s, when i was a teenager
"Masters Of War"
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
There is a "Van Gogh Immersive Experience" show here in The City; I went to see it in late July. It was entertaining for about 20 of its 40 minutes, packed into a former auto dealership showroom with several hundred other people. I became sick 10 days later -- not Covid; just not being exposed to "normal" coronaviruses for 1+ years will allow them to sap you, and I was with no pun sick as a Dog. And the Immersive VG still sucked.
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