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Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Talon Bout in Class [#twitterfoundpoem, October 20, 2010]
Talon Bout in Class [#twitterfoundpoem, October 20, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
Why we talon bout death in class?
Almost 3:30 and feelin good,
juat wanna get fucked up: drinkin, burning..
first class all the way!
whatchu goin do When death-o-mania
comes for you by predator missile,
When you lose the last pride left in you
in a talon bout, in class, While Swords,
talon, predator, your teacher, and your class
are laughing at you?!
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Why we talon bout death in class?
Almost 3:30 and feelin good,
juat wanna get fucked up: drinkin, burning..
first class all the way!
whatchu goin do When death-o-mania
comes for you by predator missile,
When you lose the last pride left in you
in a talon bout, in class, While Swords,
talon, predator, your teacher, and your class
are laughing at you?!
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Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Optical Illusion [Today's News Poem, October 19, 2010]
Optical Illusion [Today's News Poem, October 19, 2010]
A mobile of airplanes
Projected a shadow
To prove that one's vision
Is fooled with some floodlights.
I gazed at the pattern,
Ignoring exhibits
Of physics in motion.
The cars were just dullards;
The airplanes, just metal.
The phone for the grown-ups,
Arranging and chatting.
Though fearsome, they groveled
While talking to someone:
An expletive, whispered.
Receivers in darkness.
Maturity seemed to
Be horror that ought not
Be spoken; a terror
Of duties to voices
That call in the evening;
The voice of possession.
I'm owned by an owner
Who's owned by an owner—
And sugar is meted
So carefully one must
Be certain that nothing
Is spilled, or we'll crawl on
Our knees to recover
Our losses and longings.
If pleasure's forsaken,
Then whimsy will vanish,
And cars will be autos—
Illusions, just shadows.
"The tugboats are moving, the dredges are working, and today Exploratorium officials will host a groundbreaking ceremony on a $300 million project that will transform two huge piers on the Embarcadero into a new home for the hands-on science museum."
—David Perlman, Chronicle Science Editor, Tuesday, October 19, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/10/18/MN941FS8PI.DTL
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A mobile of airplanes
Projected a shadow
To prove that one's vision
Is fooled with some floodlights.
I gazed at the pattern,
Ignoring exhibits
Of physics in motion.
The cars were just dullards;
The airplanes, just metal.
The phone for the grown-ups,
Arranging and chatting.
Though fearsome, they groveled
While talking to someone:
An expletive, whispered.
Receivers in darkness.
Maturity seemed to
Be horror that ought not
Be spoken; a terror
Of duties to voices
That call in the evening;
The voice of possession.
I'm owned by an owner
Who's owned by an owner—
And sugar is meted
So carefully one must
Be certain that nothing
Is spilled, or we'll crawl on
Our knees to recover
Our losses and longings.
If pleasure's forsaken,
Then whimsy will vanish,
And cars will be autos—
Illusions, just shadows.
"The tugboats are moving, the dredges are working, and today Exploratorium officials will host a groundbreaking ceremony on a $300 million project that will transform two huge piers on the Embarcadero into a new home for the hands-on science museum."
—David Perlman, Chronicle Science Editor, Tuesday, October 19, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/10/18/MN941FS8PI.DTL
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Until Darkness Can't Even Imagine Darkness [#twitterfoundpoem, October 19, 2010]
Until Darkness Can't Even Imagine Darkness [#twitterfoundpoem, October 19, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
We must combine the toughness of the serpent
and the softness of the dick on a Tuesday afternoon.
We must look at the bright side until the darkness
can't even imagine darkness. We must continually
attend to our dick, whether Male or female,
let's get that clear. a tough mind and a tender heart
are delicious delicacies, and Besides
Times have changed mom: I must continually
attend to dick. since you've slept in the disturbing softness
of someone's penis salute, you know I must do it!
Your kids should always come first before the club
on a Tuesday afternoon , and you know I must do it!
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We must combine the toughness of the serpent
and the softness of the dick on a Tuesday afternoon.
We must look at the bright side until the darkness
can't even imagine darkness. We must continually
attend to our dick, whether Male or female,
let's get that clear. a tough mind and a tender heart
are delicious delicacies, and Besides
Times have changed mom: I must continually
attend to dick. since you've slept in the disturbing softness
of someone's penis salute, you know I must do it!
Your kids should always come first before the club
on a Tuesday afternoon , and you know I must do it!
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Monday, October 18, 2010
KNOW YOUR ENEMY!!! (Triumph of the Human Spirit)
Trees are masters of photosynthesis and get stronger in the light. As you can see at this rally, their leader has gotten powerful enough to wield a microphone.
The enemy has already mobilized its armies!
Our forces are outnumbered...
But with perseverance, we will triumph.
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The Faces of the Vegan Conspiracy
They claim to come in peace.
But you are placing your life in their hands.
And your DEATH is on their menu.
Reconsider that burger. I'm sure the cow deserved it.
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Nine to Five Thespian [Today's News Poem, October 18, 2010]
Nine to Five Thespian [Today's News Poem, October 18, 2010]
Images slicker than real-time flickers:
Dressed with refinement, a bow-tie assignment
Flying Mirages through the war zone barrages,
Landing with impact—his hair-piece intact—
Chick on his weenie; a pistol, martini
Clutched in his hands, as he battles through sand...
Fantasy works through the fancy of clerks
Gazing at clocks, 'till redemption from hock
Rescues the grinner, gritting for dinner.
"Two women postal workers were fatally shot Monday morning in a post office in Henning, Tennessee, about 50 miles northeast of Memphis, police said. "
— CNN Wire Staff, October 18, 2010 3:14 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/10/18/tennessee.postal.deaths/
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Images slicker than real-time flickers:
Dressed with refinement, a bow-tie assignment
Flying Mirages through the war zone barrages,
Landing with impact—his hair-piece intact—
Chick on his weenie; a pistol, martini
Clutched in his hands, as he battles through sand...
Fantasy works through the fancy of clerks
Gazing at clocks, 'till redemption from hock
Rescues the grinner, gritting for dinner.
"Two women postal workers were fatally shot Monday morning in a post office in Henning, Tennessee, about 50 miles northeast of Memphis, police said. "
— CNN Wire Staff, October 18, 2010 3:14 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/10/18/tennessee.postal.deaths/
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Major Clowning Around [#twitterfoundpoem, October 18, 2010]
Major Clowning Around [#twitterfoundpoem, October 18, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I fell in a jar and hit bottom
somewhat hard.
I hit bottom. no mistake.
me: major clown.
They say no more clowning around for me.
what a drag.
I miss all the little things...
the rockets red glare
at the circus,
the bombs bursting in air
at the "Dark Carnival..."
I miss all the little things.
I'm just a major redheaded clown
In Search Of An Exit,
In Search Of my fighter jet...
In Search Of Cocaine!
I fell in a jar and hit bottom
somewhat hard.
what a major drag.
Someone told me, to live is to die.
I never thought it would come to this:
In Search Of An Exit,
In Search Of my fighter jet...
In Search Of Cocaine!
no more major clowning around for me.
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I fell in a jar and hit bottom
somewhat hard.
I hit bottom. no mistake.
me: major clown.
They say no more clowning around for me.
what a drag.
I miss all the little things...
the rockets red glare
at the circus,
the bombs bursting in air
at the "Dark Carnival..."
I miss all the little things.
I'm just a major redheaded clown
In Search Of An Exit,
In Search Of my fighter jet...
In Search Of Cocaine!
I fell in a jar and hit bottom
somewhat hard.
what a major drag.
Someone told me, to live is to die.
I never thought it would come to this:
In Search Of An Exit,
In Search Of my fighter jet...
In Search Of Cocaine!
no more major clowning around for me.
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Sunday, October 17, 2010
The Valuable Breakers [Today's News Poem, October 17, 2010]
The Valuable Breakers [Today's News Poem, October 17, 2010]
I looked for the valuables.
Swept up my mother's house.
Did all her dishes.
Picked up my nieces:
We drove to the ocean.
We walked on the sand
And I picked out a pebble
Of jadeite: all slick from the water.
It glistened. Yet both of them
Managed to share it;
Each one surrounding
Its smoothness with knuckles;
Before they had slipped it in pocket
And looked for another;
While I combed the breakers
For mussels and maybe an oyster—
Who knows? Sometimes the world is generous.
"The U.S. dollar is likely to remain weighed down this week by mounting expectations that the Federal Reserve will adopt new stimulus measures, and the pressures on the greenback are unlikely to ease until more details of the Fed's plans are known."
—KAREN JOHNSON And ROBERT FLINT, The Wall Street Journal, OCTOBER 18, 2010
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704049904575554592862103802.html?mod=googlenews_wsj
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I looked for the valuables.
Swept up my mother's house.
Did all her dishes.
Picked up my nieces:
We drove to the ocean.
We walked on the sand
And I picked out a pebble
Of jadeite: all slick from the water.
It glistened. Yet both of them
Managed to share it;
Each one surrounding
Its smoothness with knuckles;
Before they had slipped it in pocket
And looked for another;
While I combed the breakers
For mussels and maybe an oyster—
Who knows? Sometimes the world is generous.
"The U.S. dollar is likely to remain weighed down this week by mounting expectations that the Federal Reserve will adopt new stimulus measures, and the pressures on the greenback are unlikely to ease until more details of the Fed's plans are known."
—KAREN JOHNSON And ROBERT FLINT, The Wall Street Journal, OCTOBER 18, 2010
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704049904575554592862103802.html?mod=googlenews_wsj
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Deleted in the Street [#twitterfoundpoem, October 17, 2010]
Deleted in the Street [#twitterfoundpoem, October 17, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
stashed in mom's attic
dashed, with Another leap of faith
smashed in a Superman suit
dashed out mom's attic.
crashed onto the sidewalk. Deleted it.
flashed the axe at the scary guy
SLASHED PRICES at FINAL SALE CLEARANCE
Superman Boy smashed up,
Deleted in the street.
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stashed in mom's attic
dashed, with Another leap of faith
smashed in a Superman suit
dashed out mom's attic.
crashed onto the sidewalk. Deleted it.
flashed the axe at the scary guy
SLASHED PRICES at FINAL SALE CLEARANCE
Superman Boy smashed up,
Deleted in the street.
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Saturday, October 16, 2010
Retire on Bycatch [Todays's News Poem, October 16, 2010]
Retire on Bycatch [Todays's News Poem, October 16, 2010]
Rescue your credit and salvage the debits.
Appreciate surplus and transfer your best rates,
Best days—whatever it takes to obstruct and belay
Your ruinous dotage, so stay firm and don't edge
Off of a precipice, think of that late grace:
Your schooner set sail on some wetness in our pails.
Lapping elixirs of dolphins—those tricksters
You've lapped, but who escort the one who lays traps:
Pitting the planet against a new fish net
Discretionless rations surpassing greed's passions,
Feeding at bottom. The last fish? We caught them.
"Just as inflation scarred a generation of Americans, deflation has left a deep imprint on the Japanese, breeding generational tensions and a culture of pessimism, fatalism and reduced expectations. While Japan remains in many ways a prosperous society, it faces an increasingly grim situation, particularly outside the relative economic vibrancy of Tokyo, and its situation provides a possible glimpse into the future for the United States and Europe, should the most dire forecasts come to pass."
—MARTIN FACKLER, The New York Times, Published: October 16, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/17/world/asia/17japan.html
"Fishermen argue that the limits on some species are set too low and could devastate their industry. Under the rules, if fishermen exceed their limits for some species, they must stop fishing other species in the same group -- an attempt to protect overfished stocks from being pulled up as bycatch."
—ALLISON WINTER of Greenwire, The New York Times, Published: October 15, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/gwire/2010/10/15/15greenwire-obama-admin-shows-willingness-to-relax-fisheri-71389.html
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Rescue your credit and salvage the debits.
Appreciate surplus and transfer your best rates,
Best days—whatever it takes to obstruct and belay
Your ruinous dotage, so stay firm and don't edge
Off of a precipice, think of that late grace:
Your schooner set sail on some wetness in our pails.
Lapping elixirs of dolphins—those tricksters
You've lapped, but who escort the one who lays traps:
Pitting the planet against a new fish net
Discretionless rations surpassing greed's passions,
Feeding at bottom. The last fish? We caught them.
"Just as inflation scarred a generation of Americans, deflation has left a deep imprint on the Japanese, breeding generational tensions and a culture of pessimism, fatalism and reduced expectations. While Japan remains in many ways a prosperous society, it faces an increasingly grim situation, particularly outside the relative economic vibrancy of Tokyo, and its situation provides a possible glimpse into the future for the United States and Europe, should the most dire forecasts come to pass."
—MARTIN FACKLER, The New York Times, Published: October 16, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/17/world/asia/17japan.html
"Fishermen argue that the limits on some species are set too low and could devastate their industry. Under the rules, if fishermen exceed their limits for some species, they must stop fishing other species in the same group -- an attempt to protect overfished stocks from being pulled up as bycatch."
—ALLISON WINTER of Greenwire, The New York Times, Published: October 15, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/gwire/2010/10/15/15greenwire-obama-admin-shows-willingness-to-relax-fisheri-71389.html
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Hey! Whirled War Free! Shiv Pleas With Shanks! [#twitterfoundpoem, October 16, 2010]
Hey! Whirled War Free! Shiv Pleas With Shanks! [#twitterfoundpoem, October 16, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
He who has overcome
his fears will truly be Whirled War free.
imagine Whirled pleas:
shiv pleas with shanks.
hahahahaha. keep an eye opened for them.
An eye for an eye makes the whole world
eye eye! with more blinding opportunities,
so shiv pleas with shanks!
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He who has overcome
his fears will truly be Whirled War free.
imagine Whirled pleas:
shiv pleas with shanks.
hahahahaha. keep an eye opened for them.
An eye for an eye makes the whole world
eye eye! with more blinding opportunities,
so shiv pleas with shanks!
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Steppenmancer [CombatWords Story, October 15, 2010: Satire] Revised
Steppenmancer [CombatWords Story, October 15, 2010: Satire] Revised Oct 16, 2010
A bundle of haywire nerves twitching, Ant flicked his his AR (short for Augmented Reality) shades off his face and surveyed the howling neon street. It looked just like that Macy's Thanksgiving Parade with all that rainbow colored trash blowing in the 'roid rage wind. The last time he had seen a rainbow was in two thousand and three, but that didn't bother Ant. To him, the world had looked dead for a long time.
He was going to be late. Ant pumped his legs past a nodding red doorman with plastic eyes. A parked corvette told Ant to "BACK OFF! THIS CAR IS PROTECTED BY VENOM!" A clean-shaven Caucasian with an erection touched Ant's forearm and directed his attention to The Golden Phallus. For these occasions, Ant carried an aerosol spray can filled with LSD: a pressurized jet blinded the man. Ant ran across the street as the light changed. The sidewalk wobbled and Ant almost lost his footing, but over the years he had developed a tolerance for the drug.
While sprinting across Union Square, Ant put his AR mirror-shades back on: it was almost time. He emptied his spray can into the crowd while his AR shades commented on the scene. The drug dealer doing handstands on his Segway (Calvert Jackson: Age 22; last known address...); a crystal prostitute with abcesses on her arms (Monika Spektor, Age 19; Amber alert in 2007...), he walked next to the podium and smiled at The Candidate's ex-Spec Ops bodyguard. As Ant's thumb depressed the detonator, he thought of all the heroes to come. After the revolution, they will dismantle the bombs. Just think: if one man can kill The Candidate, imagine what will happen when the whole world goes Anarchist.
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A bundle of haywire nerves twitching, Ant flicked his his AR (short for Augmented Reality) shades off his face and surveyed the howling neon street. It looked just like that Macy's Thanksgiving Parade with all that rainbow colored trash blowing in the 'roid rage wind. The last time he had seen a rainbow was in two thousand and three, but that didn't bother Ant. To him, the world had looked dead for a long time.
He was going to be late. Ant pumped his legs past a nodding red doorman with plastic eyes. A parked corvette told Ant to "BACK OFF! THIS CAR IS PROTECTED BY VENOM!" A clean-shaven Caucasian with an erection touched Ant's forearm and directed his attention to The Golden Phallus. For these occasions, Ant carried an aerosol spray can filled with LSD: a pressurized jet blinded the man. Ant ran across the street as the light changed. The sidewalk wobbled and Ant almost lost his footing, but over the years he had developed a tolerance for the drug.
While sprinting across Union Square, Ant put his AR mirror-shades back on: it was almost time. He emptied his spray can into the crowd while his AR shades commented on the scene. The drug dealer doing handstands on his Segway (Calvert Jackson: Age 22; last known address...); a crystal prostitute with abcesses on her arms (Monika Spektor, Age 19; Amber alert in 2007...), he walked next to the podium and smiled at The Candidate's ex-Spec Ops bodyguard. As Ant's thumb depressed the detonator, he thought of all the heroes to come. After the revolution, they will dismantle the bombs. Just think: if one man can kill The Candidate, imagine what will happen when the whole world goes Anarchist.
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Friday, October 15, 2010
The Wissenschaft of Pleasure [Today's News Poem, October 15, 2010]
The Wissenschaft of Pleasure [Today's News Poem, October 15, 2010]
Limousines, caviar, aspirin, vomit on sheets—
The spats smell like whiskey; the mustache, like hookers.
Pinching the needles of glass from the places that stab
The cornea, ventricle, heel... all those slivers
Chide him, reward him by loosing. Relieved of their heat,
He rolls from the bed to his knees for the tumbler—
Empty! He glares at the hobo, an expert in face:
A halo of stubble surrounding his grimace,
Alcohol drool on a rented tuxedo; and gone—
All of it's gone, so he licks what he can off a mirror:
Violence, pleasure, recovery—limitless indulgence.
"On Friday, the U.S. Treasury took a soft line with Beijing—for the moment—by delaying the release of a report on whether China and other nations "manipulate" their currencies. The Treasury said the yuan has climbed more than 1% a month since Sept. 2, a pace that "if sustained...would help correct" what the U.S. considers an undervalued currency. Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner has talked approvingly of the 20% appreciation of the yuan between 2006-08, and has indicated that branding China a manipulator wouldn't accomplish anything. "
—BOB DAVIS and ELIZABETH WILLIAMSON, The Wall Street Journal, OCTOBER 16, 2010 Edition
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704049904575554463131051340.html
http://twitter.com/toylitpaper/status/27488789375
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Limousines, caviar, aspirin, vomit on sheets—
The spats smell like whiskey; the mustache, like hookers.
Pinching the needles of glass from the places that stab
The cornea, ventricle, heel... all those slivers
Chide him, reward him by loosing. Relieved of their heat,
He rolls from the bed to his knees for the tumbler—
Empty! He glares at the hobo, an expert in face:
A halo of stubble surrounding his grimace,
Alcohol drool on a rented tuxedo; and gone—
All of it's gone, so he licks what he can off a mirror:
Violence, pleasure, recovery—limitless indulgence.
"On Friday, the U.S. Treasury took a soft line with Beijing—for the moment—by delaying the release of a report on whether China and other nations "manipulate" their currencies. The Treasury said the yuan has climbed more than 1% a month since Sept. 2, a pace that "if sustained...would help correct" what the U.S. considers an undervalued currency. Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner has talked approvingly of the 20% appreciation of the yuan between 2006-08, and has indicated that branding China a manipulator wouldn't accomplish anything. "
—BOB DAVIS and ELIZABETH WILLIAMSON, The Wall Street Journal, OCTOBER 16, 2010 Edition
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704049904575554463131051340.html
http://twitter.com/toylitpaper/status/27488789375
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Darkiness Falls and the Stars Arrive [#twitterfoundpoem, October 15, 2010]
Darkiness Falls and the Stars Arrive [#twitterfoundpoem, October 15, 2010]
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I can't find anything
I'm looking for in cyberspace.....
The mind reels at the potentiality
in cyberspace.....
find Endless probabilities
of happiness.....
can't connect?!?! stupid internet is stupid.....
Except for Bert and Ernie,
how many ugly celebrities modify their assholes
with a stupid haircut?????
People used to say I looked
like the drummer from Green Day:
I was an ugly asshole with a stupid haircut.
Bert and Ernie kissing ugly assholes
[their ugly assholes] off camera. I'm looking
for anything in cyberspace.
The mind reels at the potentiality of Bert and Ernie,
the drummer from Green Day,
and ugly celebrities looking for happiness,
as darkiness falls, & stars arrive
on New Celeb-Tracking Site.
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I can't find anything
I'm looking for in cyberspace.....
The mind reels at the potentiality
in cyberspace.....
find Endless probabilities
of happiness.....
can't connect?!?! stupid internet is stupid.....
Except for Bert and Ernie,
how many ugly celebrities modify their assholes
with a stupid haircut?????
People used to say I looked
like the drummer from Green Day:
I was an ugly asshole with a stupid haircut.
Bert and Ernie kissing ugly assholes
[their ugly assholes] off camera. I'm looking
for anything in cyberspace.
The mind reels at the potentiality of Bert and Ernie,
the drummer from Green Day,
and ugly celebrities looking for happiness,
as darkiness falls, & stars arrive
on New Celeb-Tracking Site.
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Thursday, October 14, 2010
Strike Your Convenience [Today's News Poem, October 14, 2010]
Strike Your Convenience [Today's News Poem, October 14, 2010]
If first you don't trust it in windows on buses,
Try for the headlights—it's easier that way.
And glance, if you can, at the moon in your glasses:
Everything takes just a second, Your Honor.
Proper reflection possesses the properties
Of absolute gazes in infinite spaces.
Eyesight's returning, if ever it left you;
And brings you the halogens, flames—as you like it.
Remnants of stardust? That's corny, instead just
Think of the first time you stole. Yes. For everyone
Is certain a looter preceded them; breaking,
Stealing the best bits—so grab absolutely,
And slither through crowds; and yes, strike your convenience.
Bite and be bitten; go see and be sighted,
Ride and be ridden—bleed and be bled upon.
"The Pakistani police arrested a group accused of plotting to kill the prime minister and several senior government figures, security officials said Thursday. "
-- REUTERS, October 14, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/15/world/asia/15briefs-Pakistan.html?ref=world
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If first you don't trust it in windows on buses,
Try for the headlights—it's easier that way.
And glance, if you can, at the moon in your glasses:
Everything takes just a second, Your Honor.
Proper reflection possesses the properties
Of absolute gazes in infinite spaces.
Eyesight's returning, if ever it left you;
And brings you the halogens, flames—as you like it.
Remnants of stardust? That's corny, instead just
Think of the first time you stole. Yes. For everyone
Is certain a looter preceded them; breaking,
Stealing the best bits—so grab absolutely,
And slither through crowds; and yes, strike your convenience.
Bite and be bitten; go see and be sighted,
Ride and be ridden—bleed and be bled upon.
"The Pakistani police arrested a group accused of plotting to kill the prime minister and several senior government figures, security officials said Thursday. "
-- REUTERS, October 14, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/15/world/asia/15briefs-Pakistan.html?ref=world
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Time to Face Extinction [#twitterfoundpoem, October 14, 2010]
Time to Face Extinction [#twitterfoundpoem, October 14, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
Worried about larvae brain injury....
Wat ever happend to the brain?
I lived on the planet Earth since birth,
And looks compensate for dumbass brains.
brains face extinction.
Instead of brains we look to face
two faces. according to respected microbiologists who eradicated
stupidity, all of human life faces
two faces: a dumbass face for brains,
f*cked up shit for brains....
And a face that looks just like a face:
Do you mind?
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Worried about larvae brain injury....
Wat ever happend to the brain?
I lived on the planet Earth since birth,
And looks compensate for dumbass brains.
brains face extinction.
Instead of brains we look to face
two faces. according to respected microbiologists who eradicated
stupidity, all of human life faces
two faces: a dumbass face for brains,
f*cked up shit for brains....
And a face that looks just like a face:
Do you mind?
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Wednesday, October 13, 2010
PS Read: Chicken, Hypocrite & According to His Logic, Bigot Extraordinaire: Oct 13, 2010
Re: http://swiftread.blogspot.com/2010/10/democrat-cyber-stealth-revealed-neal.html
1) Not a swift read.
2) Are you going to produce correspondence, tax information, filing information or some other piece of information to corroborate your account that Rauhauser instigated these supposed attacks? Or are you so lacking in basic analytic skills that you think correlation is causation?
3) "the coordinating affront is an organization hired by National Candidates," (I think you meant 'front,' but English doesn't seem to be your strong suit)(maybe you meant 'coordinATED'?)is a rather strong claim to make. Are you also claiming that anyone who shares in a like speech message on a like venue on the internet is necessarily aligned? That rather undermines the position of Tea Party Activists who claim that the bigots are not representative of the movement. So which is it?
I eagerly await your response and hope you aren't a Stalinist like Greg W Howard, who solicits comments, but then violates his own stated terms of use--thus creating a 'Potemkin Comments Section.' As a precaution, I'm archiving this post, just in case you are as much of a Stalinist as I think you are.
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1) Not a swift read.
2) Are you going to produce correspondence, tax information, filing information or some other piece of information to corroborate your account that Rauhauser instigated these supposed attacks? Or are you so lacking in basic analytic skills that you think correlation is causation?
3) "the coordinating affront is an organization hired by National Candidates," (I think you meant 'front,' but English doesn't seem to be your strong suit)(maybe you meant 'coordinATED'?)is a rather strong claim to make. Are you also claiming that anyone who shares in a like speech message on a like venue on the internet is necessarily aligned? That rather undermines the position of Tea Party Activists who claim that the bigots are not representative of the movement. So which is it?
I eagerly await your response and hope you aren't a Stalinist like Greg W Howard, who solicits comments, but then violates his own stated terms of use--thus creating a 'Potemkin Comments Section.' As a precaution, I'm archiving this post, just in case you are as much of a Stalinist as I think you are.
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Greg W Howard: Professional Chicken Hiding in a Potemkin Coop
Re: http://gregwhoward.com/wordpress/2010/10/its-all-just-a-joke-yeah-right
Is that a bull or an ox in your picture? Your tone switched from swagger to emasculated. To me, it sounds like your wit was lacking, so to save face you're going to claim it's a liberal conspiracy when a little tweeter gets mocked by other little tweeters.
I posit that you know that you were the target of satire. But like everything, you hope to convert it into a) a means to draw attention to yourself & b) a political opportunity.
These are the tactics of the intellectually bankrupt. You are probably going to delete this comment too, just because you're afraid of speech.
And if you drew internet lunatics to you, so much the better. You yell so loudly into the internet, you're surprised someone heard you? Personally, I think those who made those threats are stupid nuts. For that reason, I find it interesting how you #tcot freaks are so unwilling to distance yourselves from your nuttier comrades. But you did shout into the ether. I'm not saying you deserved these threats, but surely you knew that your belligerent tone (on twitter at least) was going to be an attractive nuisance. And if you didn't, then why should anyone take your complaint seriously (I'm not talking legal matters, merely in terms of audience sympathy)? If you approach your bile half-heartedly, why shouldn't I expect your outrage to be similar?
ps: You star in a #twitterfoundpoem
pps: If you delete this message, I will post it on my site, link it on twitter, facebook & basically evade your censorship efforts. I despise those who pretend to solicit comments, but then delete them. Only Stalinists want to build Potemkin villages.
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The #twitterfoundpoem in question: http://toylit.blogspot.com/2010/10/greek-chorus-of-beandogs-casts-judgment.html
And as a follow-up: http://toylit.blogspot.com/2010/10/hot-bean-injection-twitterfoundpoem.html
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Is that a bull or an ox in your picture? Your tone switched from swagger to emasculated. To me, it sounds like your wit was lacking, so to save face you're going to claim it's a liberal conspiracy when a little tweeter gets mocked by other little tweeters.
I posit that you know that you were the target of satire. But like everything, you hope to convert it into a) a means to draw attention to yourself & b) a political opportunity.
These are the tactics of the intellectually bankrupt. You are probably going to delete this comment too, just because you're afraid of speech.
And if you drew internet lunatics to you, so much the better. You yell so loudly into the internet, you're surprised someone heard you? Personally, I think those who made those threats are stupid nuts. For that reason, I find it interesting how you #tcot freaks are so unwilling to distance yourselves from your nuttier comrades. But you did shout into the ether. I'm not saying you deserved these threats, but surely you knew that your belligerent tone (on twitter at least) was going to be an attractive nuisance. And if you didn't, then why should anyone take your complaint seriously (I'm not talking legal matters, merely in terms of audience sympathy)? If you approach your bile half-heartedly, why shouldn't I expect your outrage to be similar?
ps: You star in a #twitterfoundpoem
pps: If you delete this message, I will post it on my site, link it on twitter, facebook & basically evade your censorship efforts. I despise those who pretend to solicit comments, but then delete them. Only Stalinists want to build Potemkin villages.
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The #twitterfoundpoem in question: http://toylit.blogspot.com/2010/10/greek-chorus-of-beandogs-casts-judgment.html
And as a follow-up: http://toylit.blogspot.com/2010/10/hot-bean-injection-twitterfoundpoem.html
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It's Personnel [Today's News Poem, October 13, 2010]
It's Personnel [Today's News Poem, October 13, 2010]
Personnel is personless,
Purseful and purposeless—
And never personal. It never
Was about you. Disappear,
Dissipate—manifest
Yourself as stitches or suturing...
You: persona mannequin,
Voodoo of nervousness:
Unspool a while. If the tethering
Is what's burning pockets then
Tighten your money-belt.
Remember: nothing is personal.
"Coming into their final debate of the California governor's race, Democrat Jerry Brown and Republican Meg Whitman had a chance to persuade a statewide audience they could turn around the economically troubled state. Instead, their third face-to-face exchange resorted to many of the personal attacks that have dominated the last few weeks of the campaign."
— Samantha Young, AP, 50 minutes ago as of 1:05am PST, 10/13/2010
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/39642937/ns/politics/
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Personnel is personless,
Purseful and purposeless—
And never personal. It never
Was about you. Disappear,
Dissipate—manifest
Yourself as stitches or suturing...
You: persona mannequin,
Voodoo of nervousness:
Unspool a while. If the tethering
Is what's burning pockets then
Tighten your money-belt.
Remember: nothing is personal.
"Coming into their final debate of the California governor's race, Democrat Jerry Brown and Republican Meg Whitman had a chance to persuade a statewide audience they could turn around the economically troubled state. Instead, their third face-to-face exchange resorted to many of the personal attacks that have dominated the last few weeks of the campaign."
— Samantha Young, AP, 50 minutes ago as of 1:05am PST, 10/13/2010
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/39642937/ns/politics/
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Remember the Shadow [#twitterfoundpoem, October 13, 2010]
Remember the Shadow [#twitterfoundpoem, October 13, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I need to get some halloween things for my house
and i forgot to make the shadow
that Samhain taught me last friday?
NOOOOOOoooooo....
i think i'll be ok
but how can i fight competing unicorn-lovers,
when i forgot Supernatural Knowledge?
I admit I thought halloween was going to be Wednesday, October 13
like a palindrome.
I don't want to have to fight the Lords of Shadows, Samhain,
a hunchback, and This new Priest.
I need to get some halloween things for my Afro Celt Sound System house,
some magic mushrooms, and figure out
how to make the shadow!
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I need to get some halloween things for my house
and i forgot to make the shadow
that Samhain taught me last friday?
NOOOOOOoooooo....
i think i'll be ok
but how can i fight competing unicorn-lovers,
when i forgot Supernatural Knowledge?
I admit I thought halloween was going to be Wednesday, October 13
like a palindrome.
I don't want to have to fight the Lords of Shadows, Samhain,
a hunchback, and This new Priest.
I need to get some halloween things for my Afro Celt Sound System house,
some magic mushrooms, and figure out
how to make the shadow!
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Columella's Defrutum [Today's News Poem, October 12 2010]
Columella's Defrutum [Today's News Poem, October 12 2010]
Essence is sweetest.
Nothing in nature's
Adequate. Only
Glorious chasing
Offers the flavors
Purified, drawn from
Traces. For every
Cure for our boredom,
Pain will stay single.
Each of the pleasures
Smothers, but never
Substitutes bitterness.
"Equities research analysts at Deutsche Bank (NYSE: DB) downgraded shares of Archer-Daniels-Midland (NYSE: ADM) form a “buy” Rating to a “hold” rating in a research note to investors on Monday.
Archer Daniels Midland Company is principally engaged in procuring, transporting, storing, processing, and merchandising agricultural commodities and products. It is a processor of oilseeds, corn, wheat, cocoa, and other agricultural commodities and is a manufacturer of vegetable oil and protein meal, corn sweeteners, flour, biodiesel, ethanol, and other food and feed ingredients."
—American Banking News, October 12th, 2010
http://www.americanbankingnews.com/2010/10/12/deutsche-bank-nyse-db-downgrades-archer-daniels-midland-nyse-adm/
"A Mexican police commander investigating the death of American tourist David Hartley in Mexican waters was found murdered on Tuesday, authorities in the border state of Tamaulipas confirmed."
—Nacha Cattan, The Christian Science Monitor, October 12, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Americas/2010/1012/Murder-of-Mexican-investigator-in-Falcon-Lake-probe-reveals-drug-cartels-reach
"Writing in the first century AD, Columella elaborates on this process.
"Some people put the must in leaden vessels and by boiling reduce it by a quarter, others by a third. There is no doubt that anyone who boiled it down to one-half would be likely to make a better thick form of must and therefore more profitable for use....But, before the must is poured into the boiling-vessels, it will be well that those which are made of lead should be coated inside with good oil and be well-rubbed, and that then the must should be put in....The vessels themselves in which the thickened and boiled-down must is boiled should be of lead rather than of brass; for, in the boiling, brazen vessels throw off copper rust [aerugo], and spoil the flavour of the preservative....Must of the sweetest possible flavour will be boiled down to a third of its original volume and when boiled down, as I have said above, is called defrutum" (XII.19.1, 19.6, 20.1, 21.1; notice that the definition is not always consistent).""
http://penelope.uchicago.edu/~grout/encyclopaedia_romana/wine/leadpoisoning.html
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Essence is sweetest.
Nothing in nature's
Adequate. Only
Glorious chasing
Offers the flavors
Purified, drawn from
Traces. For every
Cure for our boredom,
Pain will stay single.
Each of the pleasures
Smothers, but never
Substitutes bitterness.
"Equities research analysts at Deutsche Bank (NYSE: DB) downgraded shares of Archer-Daniels-Midland (NYSE: ADM) form a “buy” Rating to a “hold” rating in a research note to investors on Monday.
Archer Daniels Midland Company is principally engaged in procuring, transporting, storing, processing, and merchandising agricultural commodities and products. It is a processor of oilseeds, corn, wheat, cocoa, and other agricultural commodities and is a manufacturer of vegetable oil and protein meal, corn sweeteners, flour, biodiesel, ethanol, and other food and feed ingredients."
—American Banking News, October 12th, 2010
http://www.americanbankingnews.com/2010/10/12/deutsche-bank-nyse-db-downgrades-archer-daniels-midland-nyse-adm/
"A Mexican police commander investigating the death of American tourist David Hartley in Mexican waters was found murdered on Tuesday, authorities in the border state of Tamaulipas confirmed."
—Nacha Cattan, The Christian Science Monitor, October 12, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Americas/2010/1012/Murder-of-Mexican-investigator-in-Falcon-Lake-probe-reveals-drug-cartels-reach
"Writing in the first century AD, Columella elaborates on this process.
"Some people put the must in leaden vessels and by boiling reduce it by a quarter, others by a third. There is no doubt that anyone who boiled it down to one-half would be likely to make a better thick form of must and therefore more profitable for use....But, before the must is poured into the boiling-vessels, it will be well that those which are made of lead should be coated inside with good oil and be well-rubbed, and that then the must should be put in....The vessels themselves in which the thickened and boiled-down must is boiled should be of lead rather than of brass; for, in the boiling, brazen vessels throw off copper rust [aerugo], and spoil the flavour of the preservative....Must of the sweetest possible flavour will be boiled down to a third of its original volume and when boiled down, as I have said above, is called defrutum" (XII.19.1, 19.6, 20.1, 21.1; notice that the definition is not always consistent).""
http://penelope.uchicago.edu/~grout/encyclopaedia_romana/wine/leadpoisoning.html
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North Korean Mystery House [#twitterfoundpoem, October 12, 2010]
North Korean Mystery House [#twitterfoundpoem, October 12, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
a hilarious tragedy.
North Korea’s hair apparent,
elevator shoes apparent,
the two dumbest rappers on the planet apparent,
in da MC escher house.
all the stairs are all fucked up
the two dumbest rappers on the planet
MC un and il.
like the ma bell
and The un Uncanny il Ill Communication.
trapped inside with the youngest son trapped inside with
a fresh public appearance.
MC escher in da house.
living is so hard to do when all the dimensions
are all fucked up and trapped inside with all fucked up
and We are all fucked up and trapped inside with all fucked up We
while MC un and il and escher
are living so hard they fucked up all the dimensions.
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a hilarious tragedy.
North Korea’s hair apparent,
elevator shoes apparent,
the two dumbest rappers on the planet apparent,
in da MC escher house.
all the stairs are all fucked up
the two dumbest rappers on the planet
MC un and il.
like the ma bell
and The un Uncanny il Ill Communication.
trapped inside with the youngest son trapped inside with
a fresh public appearance.
MC escher in da house.
living is so hard to do when all the dimensions
are all fucked up and trapped inside with all fucked up
and We are all fucked up and trapped inside with all fucked up We
while MC un and il and escher
are living so hard they fucked up all the dimensions.
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Monday, October 11, 2010
Trash Cycle [Today's News Poem, October 11, 2010]
Trash Cycle [Today's News Poem, October 11, 2010]
Elsewhere, they're landfilling
Lots for the offices:
Lead in the firmament
Sweating the excesses
Deeper than rivulets,
Under the glamorous
Surface of glossiness.
Closing the aperture,
Snapping the elements
Shut, with a fiberglass
Shield as the leftovers
Sprout up as carriers
Bearing the heaviest
Metals: the flowers of
Chromium, mercury.
Likewise its counterpart
Demonstrates streamlining.
Empty aluminum
Can with a colorful
Sham: who can emulate
Joy much less paint it on
Drinks? Is it currency?
"Hungarian police today arrested the managing director of the aluminum company behind the spill of toxic sludge that killed eight people, drove dozens from their homes and threatened to pollute the Danube River."
—Phil Cain, The Christian Science Monitor, October 11, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Europe/2010/1011/Hungary-arrests-executive-connected-to-red-sludge-spill
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Elsewhere, they're landfilling
Lots for the offices:
Lead in the firmament
Sweating the excesses
Deeper than rivulets,
Under the glamorous
Surface of glossiness.
Closing the aperture,
Snapping the elements
Shut, with a fiberglass
Shield as the leftovers
Sprout up as carriers
Bearing the heaviest
Metals: the flowers of
Chromium, mercury.
Likewise its counterpart
Demonstrates streamlining.
Empty aluminum
Can with a colorful
Sham: who can emulate
Joy much less paint it on
Drinks? Is it currency?
"Hungarian police today arrested the managing director of the aluminum company behind the spill of toxic sludge that killed eight people, drove dozens from their homes and threatened to pollute the Danube River."
—Phil Cain, The Christian Science Monitor, October 11, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Europe/2010/1011/Hungary-arrests-executive-connected-to-red-sludge-spill
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Symbol Equation for Fail [#twitterfoundpoem, October 11, 2010]
Symbol Equation for Fail [#twitterfoundpoem, October 11, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
know the word and symbol equation for rape
and put in a box full of acid?
Biochemical Equation by Wu-Tang?
Oh yeah right man. lol it feels that way too.
know the word and symbol equation for gender identifiers
that remove "man" from the equation?
"THERES ALOT MORE WIGGLE ROOM!!!!"
BAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....
Oh yeah that is the one.
I see u want to start a Catalyst:
some sort of mnemonic for a physics equation.
HAVE YOU GUYS TRIED Biochemical identifiers???!!
Don't worry because most men suck at playing the game
CALLED LIFE and don't know how to do much of anything.
In the future, everyone will be a fucking awful human being for 15 minutes
but Don't worry. THERES a word and symbol equation for everything.
(shakes hips) BAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
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know the word and symbol equation for rape
and put in a box full of acid?
Biochemical Equation by Wu-Tang?
Oh yeah right man. lol it feels that way too.
know the word and symbol equation for gender identifiers
that remove "man" from the equation?
"THERES ALOT MORE WIGGLE ROOM!!!!"
BAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....
Oh yeah that is the one.
I see u want to start a Catalyst:
some sort of mnemonic for a physics equation.
HAVE YOU GUYS TRIED Biochemical identifiers???!!
Don't worry because most men suck at playing the game
CALLED LIFE and don't know how to do much of anything.
In the future, everyone will be a fucking awful human being for 15 minutes
but Don't worry. THERES a word and symbol equation for everything.
(shakes hips) BAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
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Sunday, October 10, 2010
Terra Cotta Panzer [Today's News Poem, October 10, 2010]
Terra Cotta Panzer [Today's News Poem, October 10, 2010]
Once upon a time a funny mustache called his armies forth,
Buried them alive in stone and rode a horse to pearly teeth,
Yielding gates inside the clouds—a grin for all eternity.
Terra cotta army men and tanks that come in thirty four
Types with treads that grind the helmet into skulls and fertilize
Wheat, whatever—never mind, who needs a reason? Excellence:
What we choose is what it's meant to be. So decorate the bricks—
Monuments of skulls make lovely testaments to life before
Endings peel away the carcass, leaving nothing more than bones;
Photographs will burn and parchment dusts the stones of history:
Death is everlasting, true, but empires leave behind a scar.
"Twittergate is the hottest new conspiracy theory out of the conservative blogosphere. Yesterday, Glenn Beck's news site, The Blaze, posted an epic YouTube video which purports to expose a massive conspiracy by Democrats to take over Twitter: "DID DEMOCRATS HIRE A ‘TWITTER-THUG' TO SMEAR THE TEA PARTY?" The Blaze asks."
—Adrian Chen, Gawker, Oct 9, 2010 02:16 PM
http://gawker.com/5659351/twittergate-how-internet-jerks-pranked-the-tea-party
"A Republican candidate is at the centre of an election outcry after he was caught posing in a Nazi uniform."
—David Gardner, Mail Online, Last updated at 1:21 AM BST, on 11th October 2010
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1319438/Rich-Iott-Tea-Party-candidate-dresses-Nazi-SS-soldier-weekends.html
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Once upon a time a funny mustache called his armies forth,
Buried them alive in stone and rode a horse to pearly teeth,
Yielding gates inside the clouds—a grin for all eternity.
Terra cotta army men and tanks that come in thirty four
Types with treads that grind the helmet into skulls and fertilize
Wheat, whatever—never mind, who needs a reason? Excellence:
What we choose is what it's meant to be. So decorate the bricks—
Monuments of skulls make lovely testaments to life before
Endings peel away the carcass, leaving nothing more than bones;
Photographs will burn and parchment dusts the stones of history:
Death is everlasting, true, but empires leave behind a scar.
"Twittergate is the hottest new conspiracy theory out of the conservative blogosphere. Yesterday, Glenn Beck's news site, The Blaze, posted an epic YouTube video which purports to expose a massive conspiracy by Democrats to take over Twitter: "DID DEMOCRATS HIRE A ‘TWITTER-THUG' TO SMEAR THE TEA PARTY?" The Blaze asks."
—Adrian Chen, Gawker, Oct 9, 2010 02:16 PM
http://gawker.com/5659351/twittergate-how-internet-jerks-pranked-the-tea-party
"A Republican candidate is at the centre of an election outcry after he was caught posing in a Nazi uniform."
—David Gardner, Mail Online, Last updated at 1:21 AM BST, on 11th October 2010
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1319438/Rich-Iott-Tea-Party-candidate-dresses-Nazi-SS-soldier-weekends.html
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Hot Bean Injection [#twitterfoundpoem, October 10, 2010]
Hot Bean Injection [#twitterfoundpoem, October 10, 2010]
http://gawker.com/5659351/twittergate-how-internet-jerks-pranked-the-tea-party
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
Blessed art thou, Lord our beandog,
who has tattooed thy visage upon our buttcheeks
and slathered them with bacon grease
and KY jelly, who has made a sandwich
of our ANUSES;
Blessed art thou for thy hot bean injection,
...Happy days...
Blessed be Wall Street, for it also enjoys
ADVENTURING UP PEOPLES ANUSES
to discover our hollowed out buttcheeks
are filled with cartoon people on the internet.
Very grateful that the Holy Spirit came INSIDE
my anal vagina this morning and hollowed me out
with a corrosive Holy Spirit hot bean creamcheese injection,
against my will (saudi style),
on this Holy morning of Bean Day:
for the beandog, it's what's on the INSIDE that counts.
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http://gawker.com/5659351/twittergate-how-internet-jerks-pranked-the-tea-party
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
Blessed art thou, Lord our beandog,
who has tattooed thy visage upon our buttcheeks
and slathered them with bacon grease
and KY jelly, who has made a sandwich
of our ANUSES;
Blessed art thou for thy hot bean injection,
...Happy days...
Blessed be Wall Street, for it also enjoys
ADVENTURING UP PEOPLES ANUSES
to discover our hollowed out buttcheeks
are filled with cartoon people on the internet.
Very grateful that the Holy Spirit came INSIDE
my anal vagina this morning and hollowed me out
with a corrosive Holy Spirit hot bean creamcheese injection,
against my will (saudi style),
on this Holy morning of Bean Day:
for the beandog, it's what's on the INSIDE that counts.
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Saturday, October 09, 2010
Faith in the Juggernaut [Today's News Poem, October 9, 2010]
Faith in the Juggernaut [Today's News Poem, October 9, 2010]
What did we build? A titanium frame for our sky?
Ribbons of stone that we polished then trampled?
Temple we pushed on a gut-slickened path,
Boring through faithful: obsessed
Always with rescue?
Even the gold is prepared to subject to the bell.
Trees show devotion by shearing then bearing
Prayers on their corpses. The wheel must be red,
Lest it cease spinning and pause—
Motionless value.
"Pressure mounted for lenders to halt foreclosures this week as state officials look into the latest home loan scandal, so-called robosigning of foreclosure documents. "
—Laurie Kulikowski, The Street, 10/09/10 - 08:12 AM EDT
http://www.thestreet.com/story/10884387/1/foreclosure-follies-weekly-financial-recap.html
"China's central bank governor Zhou Xiaochuan hit out at rich countries on Saturday, telling the International Monetary Fund that high debts, low interest rates and unconventional stimulus policies were a fundamental global problem and a headache for emerging nations."
—Reuters, Sat Oct 9, 2010 12:47pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE6981MA20101009
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What did we build? A titanium frame for our sky?
Ribbons of stone that we polished then trampled?
Temple we pushed on a gut-slickened path,
Boring through faithful: obsessed
Always with rescue?
Even the gold is prepared to subject to the bell.
Trees show devotion by shearing then bearing
Prayers on their corpses. The wheel must be red,
Lest it cease spinning and pause—
Motionless value.
"Pressure mounted for lenders to halt foreclosures this week as state officials look into the latest home loan scandal, so-called robosigning of foreclosure documents. "
—Laurie Kulikowski, The Street, 10/09/10 - 08:12 AM EDT
http://www.thestreet.com/story/10884387/1/foreclosure-follies-weekly-financial-recap.html
"China's central bank governor Zhou Xiaochuan hit out at rich countries on Saturday, telling the International Monetary Fund that high debts, low interest rates and unconventional stimulus policies were a fundamental global problem and a headache for emerging nations."
—Reuters, Sat Oct 9, 2010 12:47pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE6981MA20101009
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