If you can’t pull me off my horse when I’m on my way to be sacrificed to pay the tiend to hell and hold onto me when I am in the form of various fearsome and loathsome beasts and then, when I take the form of a burning coal, plunge me into a dark well, thus allowing me to resume my true form and releasing me from the spell, then you don’t deserve me at my best
Hey I know I missed this week's #VerseThursday but please take this late offering
sometimes a family is you, your mom, your brother, an ink drawing, Mads Mikkelsen, Judy Garland, and a self portrait
It's a good day to join a legion and get sent to a remote post, chatting on the top of a wall, guarding against nothing, making up a new back story every time someone asks for yours, wearing a spiffy uniform and sighing at the horizon. I'm from the ocean. I'm from the plains. I'm from the woods. I'm from the snow.
Hundreds of tenants in public housing in Durham have been displaced due to carbon monoxide exposure. Conditions in public housing in Durham have been absolutely appalling for a long time, and this latest indignity is only the most immediately lethal issue these folks have had to cope with.
(More details in link and followup post)
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(I'm rebroadcasting this on behalf of the local DemSocs)
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
This is the ideal male body. You may not like it,
but this is what peak performance looks like”
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
75% sky pictures, 25% flotsam
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