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yes ever wonder lasting fate, grabs the bait for god sake makes the lake keep the secret safe, open wide sudden turn the fern burns countless yearns summers further reaching bite, hold in tight it will fight like a kite. patience ,,,,,,,, I love this poet, one of my heros and my inspiration me. Poems of Victor Hugo,,,,,,,THE GRAVE AND THE ROSE VICTOR HUGO.,,,,,,,,,The Grave said to the Rose, 'What of the dews of dawn, Love's flower, what end is theirs?' 'And what of spirits flown, The souls whereon doth close The tomb's mouth unawares?' The Rose said to the Grave. ,,,,,,,The Rose said, 'In the shade From the dawn's tears is made A perfume faint and strange, Amber and honey sweet.' 'And all the spirits fleet Do suffer a sky-change, More strangely than the dew, To God's own angels new,' The Grave said to the Rose. ,,,,,,,,,,THE GENESIS OF BUTTERFLIES VICTOR HUGO. ,,,,,,,,,,The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers That kiss the buds, and all the flutterings In jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings, That go and come, and fly, and peep and hide, With muffled music, murmured far and wide! Ah, Spring time, when we think of all the lays That dreamy lovers send to dreamy mays, Of the fond hearts within a billet bound, Of all the soft silk paper that pens wound, The messages of love that mortals write Filled with intoxication of delight, Written in April, and before the May time Shredded and flown, play things for the wind's play-time, We dream that all white butterflies above, Who seek through clouds or waters souls to love, And leave their lady mistress in despair, To flit to flowers, as kinder and more fair, Are but torn love-letters, that through the skies Flutter, and float, and change to Butterflies.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, MORE STRONG THAN TIME VICTOR HUGO. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet, Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid, Since I have known your soul, and all the bloom of it, And all the perfume rare, now buried in the shade;Since it was given to me to hear one happy while, The words wherein your heart spoke all its mysteries, Since I have seen you weep, and since I have seen you smile, Your lips upon my lips, and your eyes upon my eyes;Since I have known above my forehead glance and gleam, A ray, a single ray, of your star, veiled always, Since I have felt the fall, upon my lifetime's stream, Of one rose petal plucked from the roses of your days;I now am bold to say to the swift changing hours, Pass, pass upon your way, for I grow never old, Fleet to the dark abysm with all your fading flowers, One rose that none may pluck, within my heart I hold.Your flying wings may smite, but they can never spill The cup fulfilled of love, from which my lips are wet; My heart has far more fire than you have frost to chill, My soul more love than you can make my soul forget.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,the time is now for all the shameful purple plum people to shout for the new king, james gregory king of the woos!--------------------888888888888*************(: (; ): % $ !!!!! E=mc^2 666, 2012, 1987, washington, WATHENS 8th GENERATION KENTUCKY BOURBON, sally and hugh findlay.... Why I Don't Paint People

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The Wathen FamilyJohn Bernard Wathen ran his family's distillery from 1863 until a few years before his death in 1919. He died just months before Prohibition went into effect. J.B. Wathen's grandfather came to Kentucky from Maryland in 1787. Like most of his neighbors, Henry Hudson Wathen was a farmer/distiller. It wasn't until the Civil War that whiskey-making became a major commercial venture, and J.B. Wathen and his brothers were among the most successful. In 1875, J.B. and his younger brother Nick built a large distillery in Lebanon, Kentucky. In 1899, they bought the Old Grand-Dad distillery and placed their youngest brother Nace in charge. Three of J.B.'s sons were also active in the whiskey business. The company they formed during Prohibition to consolidate existing whiskey stocks was called American Medicinal Spirits. It later became a cornerstone of National Distillers. The last of the "Whiskey Wathens" active in the business was J.B.'s son, Richard, who became an executive with National after Repeal.

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dad in heaven, aliens, my penis, sean connery, kevin spacey, johnny depp, jim carey, tom petty, jeff goldblum, conan o'brien, chris farley, johnny cash, larry king, my future wife, jesus christ, rocky and bulwinkle, christopher watkin!!!!! john mccain, brian williams, adam sandler, bill cowler, john madden, eddie murphy..----------------------Stoll Field/McLean Stadium was a multi-purpose stadium in Lexington, Kentucky. It was the home of the University of Kentucky Wildcats football team. The field was in use since 1880, but the concrete stands were opened in October of 1916, and closed following the 1972 season, and was replaced by Commonwealth Stadium. Memorial Coliseum is located across the street from the site.The stadium was a two-sided concrete structure, with bleachers in both endzones. It was originally named for Judge Richard C. Stoll, a prominent alumnus. In November of 1924, the grandstands were renamed McLean Stadium in honor of Prince Innes McLean, a former center for the Wildcats who had died from injuries sustained in the 1923 Kentucky-Cincinnati game.The stadium was the home of the Wildcats during the Bear Bryant era (1946-1953), which included the team's first bowl appearance (in the 1947 Great Lakes Bowl), and the first Southeastern Conference football championship (in 1950). Bryant's coaching tenure at the predominantly basketball-savvy school is regarded as the best era in UK's football history, as they only have had one SEC championship (1976) and six bowl appearances (following the 1976, 1983, 1984, 1993, 1998 and 1999 seasons). (Indeed, the 1977 season â€” ironically, a season in which they neither won the conference nor received a bowl invitation â€” was the only other season in which the team ever posted ten wins.)The stadium's downfall was due partially to the popularity of college football in the 1960s. The location of McLean Stadium, bound by Rose Street, Euclid Avenue (now Avenue of Champions), Lexington Avenue and Patterson Drive, did not have any room for expansion. Therefore, the school decided to build a Commonwealth Stadium, located on a former farming center on campus. The last game played at the stadium was on November 11, 1972, with the Wildcats beating Vanderbilt University 14-13. The stadium was razed during the 1970s, the south end being replaced with the Singletary Center for the Arts. A field was installed in the north end, perpendicular to the old end zone, and is named Stoll Field. It is still the practice field for the UK marching band, and is also used for intramural activities. Family Guy: The Neverending Story

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where will coose to die? my place of take ye easy day, next to her wrong or right, once i was young loved the fire falle to fast last breath of the fading night. give me all you want and ill open the door to the house of floosing tear to write to take away bless she die one day but to stay one day of no goodbyes. and if we do dont be surprised, do you want me to get naked and take advice. i dont want to fade away. resting my head dead garden of countless spade but here whats this i hear song of a trillion harps heart pumping rose so long the big teaser take me half the way down back find out jumping jack wheres your jill, tried to please her she wanted to play outside all day long, day tripper my foot is right behind make to create the gripping path, the room is not crowded but is all one day is a perfect puzzle with the damnest pieces.

Movies:

"But Lexington will ever be, The Loveliest and the Best; A Paradise thou'rt still to me, Sweet Athens of the West."

Television:

http://www.cr.nps.gov/nr/travel/lexington/athens.htm

Books:

To the Greek Imagine my lifetime of darkness. Learning to know well each pebble wedged in an island of sand. And I would opt humbly to hold but one eye toward the swelling movement of green seas that starves me of your world of symmetry. I lay asleep fat on your berries and wine so new to me, seducing me, thinking you a friend of mine. And that was all, really that I sought as a man. Friendship is all that any man can freely ask. But I gather now that I stole it from you, and so must pay myself with blindness.

Heroes:

daffy duck, john stamos, disco, tie it on up, pulp, bark, luck

My Blog

dont fear the knowledge tree, agree to disagree

the tobacco became tobaci' eh then some leaches wher gun ya see my vision hurt the spider wraped round the wash ya lung whats it to you, the stroms do they love you love you not they will come again ...
Posted by stevie "the stick" waffle wonder on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 01:39:00 PST

crazed nature

why fine tomorrows pain sinking repose give me my dose dope canta servant paint loving rant watch the dog pant healing tease like the seize so many everywhere use to be a game play the day pushed d...
Posted by stevie "the stick" waffle wonder on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 08:28:00 PST

naked tounge; native king

now comes where till time to go forever living with eyes softly closed where do you my love of happen i know its a dream, i think of them the flowers dancing with magical notes, they float someday ...
Posted by stevie "the stick" waffle wonder on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 07:34:00 PST

circus tree wither thee

the last demensions love I happy least house of family open leaves summer more the never ending sudden now come to see for the flirt of first time stephen weaves inbetween gypsy crowd comes a cloud st...
Posted by stevie "the stick" waffle wonder on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 01:55:00 PST

hey sun

that smile is turning since you where here whats the year, one to one land in to drop the law say you stop your little natural tract to the show we living breed till luck come ticklin' ya foot tearin ...
Posted by stevie "the stick" waffle wonder on Sat, 02 Jun 2007 01:28:00 PST

life is dripping into the darkness of the night, morning birds

its geting close them and their blessed ghost all seemed that way get down to the porch summer enter course all foot always have see touch the start from home he held on till senses reaching burning f...
Posted by stevie "the stick" waffle wonder on Thu, 31 May 2007 03:06:00 PST

transformation of the patient: lookscapes

hey there ove there in a circle no light escaping witholds the doors open and close goes the friend in his hat pulled from the wreckage of help what that your smoking cant see anymore fore on by let w...
Posted by stevie "the stick" waffle wonder on Wed, 30 May 2007 10:50:00 PST

poetry is full of wolves except for the most beautiful one of all

come on! by stephen wathen you are listening to what you are is unknown never return from where we came from yesterday is gone she comes and goes changing with every new day question is to be never t...
Posted by stevie "the stick" waffle wonder on Sun, 27 May 2007 11:48:00 PST

stained bridges of the mind

the stone sat as the boy blew on by in a flash it was not him who knew for he was gently reminding time that was spent in between the forces of the relation but up down thru and thru holding onto a st...
Posted by stevie "the stick" waffle wonder on Thu, 24 May 2007 10:14:00 PST

the day is late poorboy; sounds of the strom

what people have come to wait take a seat at my feet wait thats who me not you the colors of your mind you see them shine i show them too you stay with me for a little more time let me see you make hi...
Posted by stevie "the stick" waffle wonder on Thu, 03 May 2007 06:45:00 PST