poem |
HOW TO MEDITATE
--lights out--
fall, hands a-clasped, into instataneous ecstacy like a shot of heroin or morphine, the gland inside of my brain discharging the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as I h...
Posted by Sha-Na Dahl on Sat, 07 Jan 2006 03:58:00 PST |
SOME APOCALYPTIC VISIONARIES |
Less than a hundred years ago, we were still growing our own vegetables, baking our own bread, cutting down logs to build our dwellings, and tending the chickens and cattle that ran free in our yards....
Posted by Sha-Na Dahl on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Winston Churchill |
'You are drunk Sir Winston, you are disgustingly drunk. 'Yes, Mrs. Braddock, I am drunk. But you, Mrs. Braddock are ugly, and disgustingly fat. But, tomorrow morning, I, Winston Churchill will be sobe...
Posted by Sha-Na Dahl on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
