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and dear peg, who knew all her gay boys by name --- and wasn't askeered to serve them when they started dying in the fearful early days of the plague ---
and its all being replaced by faux mexican out of peachtree city and newnan!
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alligators are very numerous here but not very mischievous; however on their account swimming is less practis'd here than in the northern provinces.from hugh meredith, "an account of the cape fear country," 1731
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i should start keeping a list of the unbelievably ass-holish things that republicans do to save a few fukn dollars --- maybe private donors will fill in the gap and maybe they won't, but what a shameful way to treat the poor and the elderly ---
If you're poor, terminally ill, and live in Louisiana, Gov. Bobby Jindal has decided . . . most Medicaid patients will no longer receive hospice care as of Feb. 1 in that state. . . . The Louisiana Department of Health and Hospitals say the elimination of hospice care for medicaid patients will mean nearly $3.3 million in savings this year alone. In 2014, it'll mean $8.3 million in savings.meanwhile he is refusing the medicaid expansion that is part of obamacare, making this all the more despicable
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i have lived a full and rich life having heard the president of these united states invoke stonewall and state:
Our journey is not complete until our gay brothers and sisters are treated like anyone else under the law. For if we are truly created equal, than surely the love we commit to one another must be equal as well.makes me real glad to be an american
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From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then—in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent or the fountain,
From the red cliff or the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed my flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
edgar allan poe
thnx to andrewsullivan
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more great buddhist temples here, including this one in lhasa ---
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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
keats
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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