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Monthly Archives: November 2012
The rules for targeted killing are as follows
The rules for targeted killing are as follows: Piss off Big Fist, and swing from the gallows! Do not mess with the National Security State Or Guantanamo will be your rotting fate. Do not try to hide from vigilante drones- … Continue reading
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The tail wags the dog
The tail wags the dog Right into my face. I growl and then snarl Get out of my place!
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Rama draws back his bow and lets go his arrow
Rama draws back his bow and lets go his arrow; O were it my Soul liberated from life’s sorrow! I long to incur that blessing full of such wrath That my valiant death kisses his feet with mirth. Ravana was … Continue reading
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Slow the spirit to burst into ardent flame
Slow the spirit to burst into ardent flame: We hem and haw about dying to our shame. We parade our rare and precious ego Like it were a must-see, brilliant show! Sodden and sodden is our dull ardor- Our courage … Continue reading
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The Yes-Men have arrived with rare gusto
The Yes-Men have arrived with rare gusto: O how the proud and pure vomit Jai Ho! These bhaktas deny the beloved God-man And celebrate a weird devotional scam! O how the tap of Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh, Inspires the devout … Continue reading
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