sister-in-law pam felt compelled to call me the other night just to tell me how much i looked like george bush----i almost hung up on her----it's not the first time somebody has said that, which is depressing, considering how much i loath that poor excuse for a human being---a lot of artists have taken him to task
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Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
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