>>6066964 (pb)
Everything in the Signet Classics series is revisionist. Pick the big novels, Mark Twain & Melville. The short story authors like Edgar Cayce aren't big enough, but they are there if you can see. Tom Swift, Tom Swift Jr. and the rest of the serials that shop pumped out targeting kids is textbook.
What's your point? Diver is a great gig, about as good as helo mechanic. War machine pilot pays 250K. Digging for 3 letters is shit because you know your work will be given to all the people who want to rob and kill you.
If I were not Diogenes, I would be Q.
TY Olga
>>6067241 (pb)
TR is GHWB!
GHWB is a fucking loser who couldn't even come up with an original idea! W was the dim bulb, Jebber was kicked out of C_I, Nick raped doddy's S&L bailout. And the sheep took it. All of it.
https://www.history.com/news/the-assassination-of-president-william-mckinley
To develop a child's mind, music is first, long before languages. Math is last, but proper math builds on music. It's just a matter of timing.
Start early.
Own your behavior.
I like Tipton best. He looks like he's working his nuts off to make the master jam flow. And I believe, he owns a hotel in the English back country.
Downing riffs and wants to break out. He and Ginger Baker would be good like Hendrix and Mitchell.
http://judaspriest.com/tour/
True. But there is another aspect to this. We are numbers in the face of the corrupt establishment. They can't ignore us or pretend we aren't here. They have to make more faulty lies. Jenga? Jenga!
Even if you're just old enough to form your own ideas, thank you for playing. We are building your tomorrow.
Your children are not your children
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself
They come through you, but not from you
And though they are with you, they belong not to you
You may give them your love but not your thoughts
For they have their own thoughts
You may house their bodies but not their souls
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams
You may strive to be like them
but seek not to make them like you
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness
For even as He loves the arrow that flies
so He loves also the bow that is stable
Kahlil Gibran
nice.
That's about as gay and sauceless as a I would expect from the lugenpresse.
Except Rachard needs to be shown crying indignantly, as she eats the frothy anal sex foam she invented in 2007.
Master of the game