ALL AT ONCE
12 years ago
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fretfully sabotaging our own trajectories,
compatriots welcome
The lowdown
Courtesy of DMS
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Bhagavad "On the Hotspot" Gita adds
Never was there a time when I did not exist, nor you, nor all these kings; nor in the future shall any of us cease to be. As the embodied soul continuously passes, in this body, from boyhood to youth to old age, the soul similarly passes into another body at death. A sober person is not bewildered by such a change.
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Bhagavad "On the Hotspot" Gita adds
Never was there a time when I did not exist, nor you, nor all these kings; nor in the future shall any of us cease to be. As the embodied soul continuously passes, in this body, from boyhood to youth to old age, the soul similarly passes into another body at death. A sober person is not bewildered by such a change.
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Index
- 1950s (1)
- a nod to the rise of populism (5)
- accoutrements (5)
- adverts (6)
- animales (5)
- animo (8)
- art (10)
- cartoons (2)
- charmers (10)
- constitutional doomsday harbingers and for good reason (10)
- critiques of grandeur and havenots (6)
- dawn of the new era (11)
- demolition (11)
- development (11)
- diagrams (4)
- ecology (4)
- electricity (7)
- emblems of superfluous esteem (3)
- eyebrows (11)
- fotografias y historias (4)
- globalization and chevrolets (4)
- globulars (9)
- grudges (6)
- guns (5)
- homage (6)
- illuminations (12)
- introductions (2)
- madmen (7)
- madwomen (1)
- natal pleas (9)
- numeric and otherwise (3)
- NYC (1)
- odes du jour (8)
- origins (10)
- parrots (4)
- phantasmagoria (12)
- philosophes (8)
- politics (18)
- proofing (1)
- quackers (5)
- rail (2)
- regression (7)
- reputable hairdos (6)
- splendid late-night seasonings (4)
- sports (3)
- strictly for the fiefs (6)
- tectonics (12)
- terra cotta (9)
- the way out (15)
- to be remembered (22)
- videos (1)
consider
the inspiration
listen to me
i have been mobbed almost
theres an old simp cockroach here who thinks
he has been to hell
and all the young cockroaches
make a hero out of him
and admire him
he sits and runs his front feet
through his long white beard and tells the story
one day he says he crawled into a yawning cavern
and suddenly came on a vast abyss full of whirling smoke there was a light at the bottom
billows and billows of yellow smoke
swirled up at him and through the horrid gloom
he saw things with wings flying and dropping and dying
they veered and fluttered like damned spirits through that sulphurous mist
listen i says to him old man
youve never been to hell at all
there isn t any hell transmigration is the game
I used to be a human vers libre poet and i died and went
into a cockroach s body if there was a hell id know it
wouldn t i you re irreligious says the old simp
cockroaches gathered into a ring around us what you
beheld was not hell all that was natural some one was fumigating a room and you blundered into it through a crack
in the wall atheist he cries and all those young
cockroaches cried atheist and made for me if it had not been for freddy the rat i would now be on my way once more i mean killed as a cockroach and transmigrating into something else well
that old whitebearded devil is laying for me with his
gang he is jealous because i took his glory away
from him dont ever tell me insects are any more liberal
than humans
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Breathtaking!
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