ronpaulfuneralcity:

day breaks and they march to the buzz of rain, they who now thicken our western roads and churn cold fields to mud

the invading conquered-and-reconquering, bringing along the detritus of a life, tokens imbued with a memorial power:

    — always she has a stale green and white ribboned mint, snatched from a porcelain bowl at the wake, a display which implied a public offer tho’ she felt a thief anyways

    — in one pocket, a note of apology that led to further encounters

    — in another’s case, her nightshirt concealed, scent long diffused from the fabric,

           kept as a sigil as her echo fades and an ever-growing framework of memories obscure the structures beneath

    — a printed orange slip of high-density polyethylene whose meaning would later be inverted upon itself and made wrong

against foul riptides, through choking clouds, bypassing trapped bridges to leprous islands, here, through the industrial district

furnaces growl and pistons rally to power the jet-lungs, the Breath of the Son who exhales the atmos of our Landmark Dome

    each turns in passing, burned limbic pathways unable to accept another unspeakable disquiet 

a shiver, a fleeting haunt, the freezing immediacy when the eyes meet, an unstable state teetering over criticality

an out-of-spectrum waveform thrown as the Leviathan’s coils grip flush with our plane, necessarily put from the mind

    perhaps a trick of the shifting weather patterns

to permit ourselves few words and fewer possessions, live purified

(or emptied of excess, if you prefer)

in them; by them; we bear only:

    - their piece of the One Moment which banishes all else

    - a complaint of the Earth itself

    - whispers, or mirth swallowed-back 

    - a cause for the walking mausoleum

    - all his joy

Ron Paul Funeral City 350000000 dead

Guest post by Vern 

can’t wait to watch Giannis Antetokoumpo play

can’t wait to watch Giannis Antetokoumpo play

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the Nathan Bedford Forrest of asana yoga

the Nathan Bedford Forrest of asana yoga

I’m the bodyguard for a professional athlete

"We caught those Silk Road criminals by doing, err, police work?” — The FBI

thomas the python wrote an entire novel about this

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Zen and the Art of Motocross

Zen and the Art of Motocross

it’s like everywhere else only a hole in the Earth itself

it’s like everywhere else only a hole in the Earth itself

despite all this I remain but a lowly PC jeweler

despite all this I remain but a lowly PC jeweler


(TRANSLATED FROM AN AKKADIAN TEXT)baby you’re so hittitethank you I hear that a lot

(TRANSLATED FROM AN AKKADIAN TEXT)
baby you’re so hittite
thank you I hear that a lot

great nation for photos

great nation for photos

so sick of people who act like this

so sick of people who act like this

hell yeah
might not be a real snake news since it’s just an uncaptioned picture of something that happened
  1. hell yeah
  2. might not be a real snake news since it’s just an uncaptioned picture of something that happened
transmit your love control signals out of band so I can’t interfere with our communication

transmit your love control signals out of band so I can’t interfere with our communication

"hello yes I’d like to apologize for your problem"

"hello yes I’d like to apologize for your problem"

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zen koan transferred sext disease via dreamblast online