This is what I do at night
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Comity and Regular Order
I am obsessed by the current state of affairs... it keeps me up at night...filled with fright...like creaking on the stairs....and order is no where’s
Finally Got Out and About
After I don't know how many weeks of being sick. I got myself to the office and got my tax info prepared. I'm exhausted
Propaganda
"Propanda's purpose is to make on group of people forget that another set is human." Aldous Huxley. The key give away to the fact that you are hearing propaganda is that the word "they" is used ad nauseum.
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953 Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. --Dylan Thomas
