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Me First the Children Second: Why Would God Let This Happen?
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Me First the Children Second. Thursday, January 21, 2010. Why Would God Let This Happen? Now, I have seen some bad movies in my lifetime — Showgirls, countless straight to home video horror films, any original Syfy Channel production — but nothing seems to be as satisfyingly cringe-inducing as "G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra.". And we've rented some appalling films already — pick a Nicholas Cage film since Con Air that is not Matchstick Men, X Men Origins: Wolverine with its bounding (bounding! Bay: "Naw ma...
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Me First the Children Second
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Me First the Children Second. Thursday, April 16, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). They finally let me out of my cage. View my complete profile. Well, Hey There. The Hobbit Official Trailer #1. Admiral Inner's Various Travels. Guns Razors. Knives. Oh wait.I forgot. The Unsteady Study of Immeasurable Consequence. Joie de mothafuckin' vivre. OK Computer by Radiohead. The majority of Adult Swim. 1984 (the book, not the year). Knocked Up, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Superbad. My battered acoustic guitar.
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Buffalo Tattoo: March 2010
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Friday, March 12, 2010. There is a garden in the memory of America. There is a nightbird in its memory. The evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody. Sunday, March 7, 2010. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Oh wait.I forgot. The Silver Age Suicide Squad. Well, Hey There. There...
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Buffalo Tattoo: September 2010
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010. If you see me coming, look across the rich man's field. The other night I had a genuine Ghost World. Moment. I was on my way home from wherever, probably just driving around. I was listening to "Last Kind Word Blues". It was a nice warm night, late summer, and I had my windows down. I was sitting there in my car at a red light, across the street from the Circle K, and a blue Mustang convertible pulled up next to me. There were a couple of girls (women? Or how deem thee wise?
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Buffalo Tattoo
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Tuesday, August 17, 2010. Funnily enough, the lyric I respond to most is the line about “them old men…playing/Moon and 42,” which are both domino games, and one of which, 42. I could still learn to play, of course, but what would the point be? Anyone I would want to play with is long gone. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Oh wait.I forgot. The Silver Age Suicide Squad. 5 Rahasia Cara Mengecilkan Perut Buncit Secara Tradisional. Ghosts Of The Great Highway. Well, Hey There. Me First the Children Second.
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Buffalo Tattoo: February 2011
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011. YouTube can offer up some real gems sometimes. I’ve been watching various Van Morrison videos, my favorites of which feature him performing on some German (? TV show called Musikladen. They’re some fantastic performances, especially his awe-inspiring version of “Into The Mystic.”. This Van Morrison oversaturation led me to consider the video above, which is a clip from the 1995 film Georgia. And then, years and years later, when I heard Morrison’s version. Astral Weeks ̷...
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Buffalo Tattoo: June 2010
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Monday, June 7, 2010. I went to a barbecue at a friend's house the other day, and there was a little girl there. She was maybe twelve years old, pretty tall for a young kid, and she was wearing a t-shirt that said "Hating me won't make you pretty," and it was easily one of the most depressing thing I've seen in a long time. It made me feel absolutely awful. Do people really want. To turn their kids into vapid, catty little bitches? How can you see something like that and not feel sad? Oh wait.I forgot.
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Me First the Children Second: 2009-04-12
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Me First the Children Second. Thursday, April 16, 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). They finally let me out of my cage. View my complete profile. Well, Hey There. The Hobbit Official Trailer #1. Admiral Inner's Various Travels. Guns Razors. Knives. Oh wait.I forgot. The Unsteady Study of Immeasurable Consequence. Joie de mothafuckin' vivre. OK Computer by Radiohead. The majority of Adult Swim. 1984 (the book, not the year). Knocked Up, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Superbad. My battered acoustic guitar.
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Me First the Children Second: 2009-02-08
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Me First the Children Second. Monday, February 9, 2009. We all know the 50 U.S. states have mottoes. Well, now they should have new, more appropriate ones. You're welcome Uncle Sam. 1 Alabama — Every state that has moved beyond integration step forward. Not so fast. 2 Alaska — Just within the real states' periphery. 3 Arizona — Nothing to offer since the Mexican War. 4 Arkansas — Where kinfolk are hot. 5 California — For homosexuality, we say, "You're welcome.". 9 Florida — Hell's waiting room. 23 Minnes...
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Me First the Children Second: 2009-02-01
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Me First the Children Second. Thursday, February 5, 2009. The Battle of Waterloo. Your face is drained. Your limbs stick to the sides. You want everything to burn. You want it all to burn away. You smell the perfume. You can feel her in your arms. You fit together so neatly. You can imagine it in your mind. You move together behind your eyes. You leave through the side door. You're so afraid to make a scene. You're so afraid to catch a glance. You want it all to be yours. You know it's all one big ruse.
