God bless you and keep you from harm, this day and forever
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Listen to my words, Lord,
consider my lament.
2 Hear my cry for help,
my King and my God,
for to you I pray.
3 In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice;
in the morning I lay my requests before you
and wait expectantly.
4 For you are not a God who is pleased with wickedness;
with you, evil people are not welcome.
5 The arrogant cannot stand
in your presence.
You hate all who do wrong;
6 you destroy those who tell lies.
The bloodthirsty and deceitful
you, Lord, detest.
7 But I, by your great love,
can come into your house;
in reverence I bow down
toward your holy temple.
8 Lead me, Lord, in your righteousness
because of my enemies—
make your way straight before me.
9 Not a word from their mouth can be trusted;
their heart is filled with malice.
Their throat is an open grave;
with their tongues they tell lies.
10 Declare them guilty, O God!
Let their intrigues be their downfall.
Banish them for their many sins,
for they have rebelled against you.
11 But let all who take refuge in you be glad;
let them ever sing for joy.
Spread your protection over them,
that those who love your name may rejoice in you.
12 Surely, Lord, you bless the righteous;
you surround them with your favor as with a shield.
Anon found CC official election mailings dumped on the street in CA. The authorized election mailing urged health conscious voters to USE THE MAIL IN BALLOTS and stay away from the polls, which are (presumably) clogged with unvaccinated racists waving assault pistols and distributing new variants of the 'rona.
Disturbances, anxieties, depravities, death, exceptions in the physical or moral order, the spirit of negation, stupefactions, hallucinations served by the will, torments, destruction, reversals, tears, the insatiabilities, the enslavements, scoured imaginations, laborious novels, what is unexpected, what not to do, the biochemical the shit of a mysterious vulture which watches for the carrion of dead illusion, precocious and aborted experience, the obscurities with a bug shell, terrible monomania of pride, the inoculation of deep stupors, funeral orations, envies, betrayals, tyrannies, impiities, irritations, acrimonies, aggressive pranks, insanity, spleen, reasoned terror,the strange anxieties, which the reader would prefer not to feel, the grimaces, the neuroses, the bloody channels through which we make logic pass at bay, the exaggerations, the lack of sincerity, the saws, the platitudes, the somber, the lugubrious, childbirth worse than murder, passions, the clan of the crime writer, tragedies, odes, melodramas, extremes presented in perpetuity, reason whistled with impunity, the smells of the sissy, fading, frogs, octopus, sharks, desert simoon, all that is somnambulist, sleazy, nocturnal, sleeping pill, night owl, slimy, talking seal, equivocal, consumptive, spasmodic, aphrodisiac, anemic, one-eyed, hermaphrodite, bastard, albino , pederast, bearded woman,the drunken hours of taciturn discouragement, the fantasies, the Acrotés, the monsters, the demoralizing syllogisms, the garbage, whatever does not reflect like the child, the desolation, this intellectual mancenillier, the scented cankers, the thighs with camellias, the guilt of a writer who rolls down the slope of nothingness and despises himself with joyful cries, remorse, hypocrisies, vague perspectives that grind you in their imperceptible gears, serious spitting on sacred axioms, vermin and its insinuating tickles, insane prefaces, like those of Cromwell, the scented cankers, the thighs with camellias, the guilt of a writer who rolls down the slope of nothingness and despises himself with joyful cries, remorse, hypocrisy, vague perspectives that crush you in their imperceptible gears, the serious spitting on sacred axioms, the vermin and its insinuating tickles, the insane prefaces, like those of Cromwell, of Mthe scented cankers, the thighs with camellias, the guilt of a writer who rolls down the slope of nothingness and despises himself with joyful cries, remorse, hypocrisy, vague perspectives that crush you in their imperceptible gears, the serious spitting on sacred axioms, the vermin and its insinuating tickles, the insane prefaces, like those of Cromwell, of the island of Maupin and Dumas fils, the caducities, the impotences, the blasphemies, the suffocations, the suffocations, the rages, - in front of these filthy mass graves, which I blush to name, it is time to react finally against what shocks us and bends us so sovereignly.
-Isadore Ducasse