I MEAN, DOESN'T SHE JUST HAVE THE NADS?!?!?
I MEAN REALLY, COOLY COOL
CHAMBERED NAUTILUS COOL!
I JUST LOVE HER.
I ADORE HER.
SHE'S GOT IT ALL
AND I AM JUST
JUST FREAKIN IN AWE!
SO COOLMAN!
Till thou at length art free.
AND I JUST LOVE
ABSOLUTELY LOVE
LADY GAGA
SUCH A HOT ASS!
jd painter
* Like I say in the last Post, I am reinventing this blog, and joining the crowd.
Rather than quitting this blog, I am instead going to fit in, and stop exploring or raising questions. No one cares about all that stuff anyway, so why should I?
My topics will cover all the usual happy stuff, like praising Lady Gaga, and other celebrities.
I will write about the ball game, and cool cabbages, and rascally old kings.
I will write about schlepping ships and shiny shoes, and how to seal my lips with wax.
You know, praise the Pop Culture before popping off.
And no more beer because I gotta get myself back in shape. To borrow a line from Archie Bunker, I felt something brushing against the back of my legs yesterday, and it was my butt.
OK?
Also, I guess I used the term "Nads" because it is in my mind, and part of an oft repeated expression used by Willie Stark in the novel: All the Kings Men that I talked about: "Ain't it the nuts!"
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This
is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
Sail the unshadowed main,–
The venturous bark that flings
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
Sail the unshadowed main,–
The venturous bark that flings
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl;
Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
And every chambered cell,
Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,
Before thee lies revealed,–
Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!
Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
And every chambered cell,
Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,
Before thee lies revealed,–
Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!
Year after year beheld the silent toil
That spread his lustrous coil;
Still, as the spiral grew,
He left the past year’s dwelling for the new,
Stole with soft step its shining archway through,
Built up its idle door,
Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
That spread his lustrous coil;
Still, as the spiral grew,
He left the past year’s dwelling for the new,
Stole with soft step its shining archway through,
Built up its idle door,
Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,
Child of the wandering sea,
Cast from her lap, forlorn!
From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn;
While on mine ear it rings,
Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:–
Child of the wandering sea,
Cast from her lap, forlorn!
From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn;
While on mine ear it rings,
Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:–
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea!
