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Altarwise by Owl-Light

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Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house
The gentleman lay graveward with his furies;
Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam,
And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies,
The atlas-eater with a jaw for news,
Bit out the mandrake with to-morrow's scream.
Then, penny-eyed, that gentleman of wounds,
Old cock from nowheres and the heaven's egg,
With bones unbuttoned to the half-way winds,
Hatched from the windy salvage on one leg,
Scraped at my cradle in a walking word
That night of time under the Christward shelter:
I am the long world's gentleman, he said,
And share my bed with Capricorn and Cancer.



-- Dylan Thomas

01 September 2008

John McCain is even crazier than you think

I know my blog is nothing but links lately, but at least they're good links.

This made me sort of smile a little, which is no mean feat these days.

(Thanks to Julie for posting this on Facebook.)


What a foolish and dangerous choice by McCain. If the Democrats can't take this display of horrifically poor judgment and turn it into victory, then they don't deserve to be in the White House.














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