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    There is no one thoroughly despicable. We cannot descend much lower than an idiot; and an idiot has some advantages over a wise man.

  • #2
    There is no one thoroughly despicable. We cannot descend much lower than an idiot; and an idiot has some advantages over a wise man.

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    • #3
      It is so pleasant to come across people more stupid than ourselves. We love them at once for being so.

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      • #4
        Against stupidity; God Himself is helpless.

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        • #5
          **** *** *** ***
          HA HA HA

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          • #6
            To William: I don't understand what you're getting at. You seem to be talking in riddles. What are you trying to say?

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            • #7
              ah riddle ah riddle ah ree
              ah see two old men pee
              they pee so fast
              they make me laugh
              ah riddle ah riddle ah ree

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              • #8
                TORMENT

                The sky is robed in gray and blue

                Her brow creased with lines of worry

                With tremulous lips she is poised on the brink

                Caught betwixt two showers



                The grasses dance to music

                Their steps dictated by the airy piper

                Faces are cast in supplication

                Yet feet tread beaten paths



                A swarm of bees

                Swoop down for the nectar of Hibiscus

                In defiance of Poseidon

                They gather for the feast



                Aqua's demesne is stirred to battle

                Poseidon roars in fury

                Borne on the wings of the wind

                He holds counsel with his sister the sky



                Tremulous lips now snarl in fury

                Shifting clouds break into a run at her beckoning

                She lets down the drawbridge of the flood

                Pounding the earth with her fury





                Offending swarm, obstinate feet

                They now cower in the shadows

                They are enwombed in the earth



                But Selah O wretched traveler

                One in search of Delphos

                He is caught in the torrent



                His bowed head reels to the blows of a hundred hammers

                He is teased by a mischievous sprite

                Ariel stings his face with wasps

                With a windy whip

                He lashes his eyes with biting spray



                His soul cries out in his torment

                Like a drooping petal in the sun's fury

                He withers into himself

                He is crushed in the embrace of the iron maiden

                She forces her unrequited love on him

                Raking his lips with her poisoned kisses



                At last he concedes the race to shadows

                Sinking into the chasm of night

                Her cup of bile is now spent

                Its last bitter dregs drained by unwilling lips



                The water people cease their tossing and heaving

                Freed from the bonds of their troubled sleep

                They awaken with a an ebbing sigh

                To showers of warmth and light



                Laughter rumbles in the hills

                The meadows are wreathed in smiles

                Earth is thrilled by the caress of her golden lord

                Her lips curving in a bow of welcome



                Her rival the sky rest, her fury sated

                While Poseidon sinks into the turquoise depths

                Taking with him his fiery tidings

                Deep, deep, into the green world



                A traveler's yoke is lightened

                Selah wakes to the songs of a Nightingale

                Though stabs of agony remind him of worship

                His spirit is reassured by a vision

                For over the place where two rivals meet

                He beholds the grooves of Delphi.







                LOOKING IN THE MIRROR

                Looking in the mirror

                I see myself

                I see the outward manifestation of my inward self

                I use it as a yardstick

                To measure the rights and wrongs of my earthly mien



                Sometimes it seems to me

                that my mirror has a life of its own

                Taking on personality

                As it reflects the truth about my physical appearance



                I think

                That like men throughout the ages

                I will journey through life

                Looking in the mirror my companion

                To know the truth about my appearance.

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                • #9
                  Thanks for nothing.

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                  • #10
                    Ebe-Yenyi!

                    Back into the water you go fish! Stop trying to steal my bait, rotten thieving fish!

                    You really are not my type you know? You stink of rottenness and idiotsy!

                    A dumb-*** self hating immigrant I just might be able to live with. But I really don't want your stinking scaly and fleshless exoskeleton on dinner plate.

                    Whonwu!

                    E'tb!

                    Oji ya naa-afie crachi dia-Yanyi ma?

                    Whoche nia-Yanyi ree' ele lokpo!

                    Yewu!

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                    • #11
                      E'tb!

                      Ebe-Yenyi!

                      Back into the water you go fish! Stop trying to steal my bait, rotten thieving fish!

                      You really are not my type you know? You stink of rottenness and idiotsy!

                      A dumb-*** self hating immigrant I just might be able to live with. But I really don't want your stinking scaly and fleshless exoskeleton on my dinner plate.

                      Whonwu!

                      E'tb!

                      Oji ya naa-afie crachi dia-Yanyi ma?

                      Whoche nia-Yanyi ree' ele lokpo!

                      Yewu!

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