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1. Stew the Dishrag
2. Feel Like a Stewed Witch
3. Vomiting One’s Toenails
4. On the Carpet
5. Sonofabitch Stew
6. Democrat Hound
7 & 8. That Dog Won’t Hunt / That Cock Won’t Fight
9. Buck Beer
10. (Not Enough Sense to) Pound Sand Down a Rathole
11. Whoopity Scoot
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(Source: magickspells, via jesuisperdu)
Hey Jude - Illustrated Lyrics
"Be careful of words,
even the miraculous ones."
Anne Sexton, from “Words” (via litverve)
(via wewerewhispers)
“The cured belly of a swine carcass,” says the USDA. “Mmmm, bacon,” says most of America.
(Source: Wired)
"What is a club in any case? Not the buildings or the directors or the people who are paid to represent it. It’s not the television contracts, get-out clauses, marketing departments or executive boxes. It’s the noise, the passion, the feeling of belonging, the pride in your city. It’s a small boy clambering up stadium steps for the very first time, gripping his father’s hand, gawping at that hallowed stretch of turf beneath him and, without being able to do a thing about it, falling in love."
Sir Bobby Robson (via miniboro)
How very true - here’s a piece I did about my first ever visit to watch the Blades
(via footysphere)
(via footysphere)
A name sometimes given to Boston, Massachusetts.
A Dictionary of the Noted Names in Fiction by William A. Wheeler, 1865.
"Whis is it so important - what others have done? Why does it become sacred by the mere fact of not being your own? Why is anyone and everyone right - so long as it’s not yourself? Why does the number of those others take the place of truth? Why is truth made a mere matter of arithmetic - and only of addition at that? Whis is everything twisted out of all sense to fit everything else? There must be some reason. I don’t know. I’ve never known it. I’d like to understand."
The Fountainhead
"… the river of people flowing on and breaking into a delta when it reached the champagne…"
The Fountainhead
“discovery” by newell harry
The unknown subject of a very celebrated enigmatical inscription, preserved in Bologna, which has puzzled the heads of many learned men who have attempted to explain it: Aelia Laelia Crispis, neither man, nor woman, nor hermaphrodite; neither girl, nor boy, nor old woman; neither harlot nor…
"My girl, linen and curls
Lips parting like a flag all unfurled"
The Decemberists, Summersong
"Yes, I am looking for a date, young lady, I’m looking for my birthday, not the anniversary of my birth, mind you, but the original day itself. I’m looking for a lost youth. You might say that this is where all the lost youths come to age, where they all come of age, where they come and where they age, and you’d be right on each score. But I’m not looking for just any lost youth. I’m looking for mine. What about you?” he said softly. “What the hell are you doing?"
Seven Types of Ambiguity