you can't say you weren't warned

The time has come,
everybody lie down so you won't get hurt
when the sun bursts.  




             Neal Cassady














....

poetic brake shoes

progress might have been all right once
but it has gone on too long






       ogden  nash






















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from: THE FRAUD OF FEMINISM

Modern Feminism has two distinct sides to it: (1) an articulate political and economic side embracing demands for so-called rights; and (2) a sentimental side which insists in an accentuation of the privileges and immunities which have grown up, not articulately or as the result of definite demands, but as the consequence of sentimental pleading in particular cases.  In this way, however,  a public opinion became established, finding expression in a sex favouritism in the law and even still more in its administration,  in favour of women as against men.




       Ernest Belfort Bax -
                  the only real prophet of the 20th century






































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blessed assurance

a sign on the side of a bus
for all to read










“There’s probably no God:
                now stop worrying and enjoy your life.”










(agnostic fundamentalism)














....what ever get's you through the night
















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found on a comment stream associated with youtube recording of blind willie mctell

I do not understand
 how people come up
with the shit they do nowadays
and call it 'Music'.
This.
Now this,
is real fucking music.






https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtNZm9KXm8w

look around

The perfect dictatorship
would have the appearance of democracy,
a prison without walls
 in which the prisoners would not dream of escape.
A system of slavery where,
 through consumption and entertainment,
 slaves would love their servitude. ​












                                     Aldous Huxley   (  perhaps ?  )














....

toward a purer objectivity

Mind you,
sometimes the angels smoke,
 hiding it with their sleeves,
and when the archangel comes,
they throw the cigarettes away:
 that’s when you get shooting stars.








                            Vladimir Nabokov


















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