Just thinking why do poeple continue to race horses and accept the number of casualties in horses as De Facto.
I am one to believe that horses do not race naturally int the way human make them race.
Shame on them that is all I can say.
Just thinking why do poeple continue to race horses and accept the number of casualties in horses as De Facto.
I am one to believe that horses do not race naturally int the way human make them race.
Shame on them that is all I can say.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
I do not understand how did I waste so many years of my life and where have they gone? Today was a Marcel Proust day, hmmmm.
Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
William Shakespeare
Tired and tired and tired and tired I am exceedingly tired but at least now I know Pasternak's life like the back of my hand... Born in Moscow 1890 to Jewish parents with one of them oh yes the mother was a pianist and the father was a painter who painted with or for Tolstoy and aaaaccchhhh everything's starting to run together.
"He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear."
-As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner
Welcome and best of lucks!!
I've got to stop doing that and do more of this
With all the festivities going on one certainly gets into a merry mood.
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. ~ William Blake
Captivity is consciousness,
So's liberty. ~ Emily Dickinson
Reading Dickens' A Christmas Carol. I think I should read it every year.
ay up
I may have to read that again soon (I read it a few years ago and its getting to be about that time of year)
I'm now just thinking just how hard writing can be if your thinking ability is not clear.
For example I wrote this garbage this morning. (It makes no sense at all...it's just a scribble):
The photographer, invisible under a thick black drape, stooped low behind the lens. On his wrinkled left hand a digit was poised upon a red switch connected by a cord to the mechanism. He gave a faint gurgle before raising a leathery crooked finger upward, broadcasting his cue. The wranglers snapped swiftly into their rehearsed pose, jovial grins smearing their faces.
The first fellow (to the left of the scene) stood tilted to one side nearly to the point of falling if not for his bent knees. The six ton accordion strapped firmly over his shoulders did not make things anymore manageable. Every joint, muscle, and bone of his body was enduring the agony of such distress: a ring of damp on the back of his shirt caused by the overhead lights was irksome, a burning itch that had slowly crept up his groin was now at the peak of torment, the Wild Turkey stench exuding from the fiddle shaking buckaroo behind him made his head swim. Such tribulations, though piercing, failed in all its gravity to erase his exuberant disguise forward the camera.
Last edited by Yankee; 10-30-2012 at 06:13 PM.
Dear people whom I accidentally encounter either on the www or in the real world, can you please try and be a bit less mean and more like you actually listened when your parents (and please, tell me your parents at least tried to teach you some manners) told you what to do and what not to do?
“I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.”- Robert McCloskey
Am I really able to finish these 2 reports by the end of the week??????
Her heart is played like well worn strings; in her eyes the sadness sings; of one who was destined for better things.
BUCKLE UP!
right now?
that the doc doesn't type so loud
nor seem so proud
after he just got done scrounging for his last meal...
but that still hasn't inhibited his ability to...
ROAR!
I still don't get ROAR