Yes, well, that's the sort of blinkered, philistine pig ignorance I've come to expect from you non-creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome, spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker's cuss for the struggling artist. You excrement! You whining, hypocritical toadies, with your colour TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding Masonic secret handshakes! You wouldn't let me join, would you, you blackballing bastards?!! Well I WOULDN'T BECOME A FREEMASON NOW IF YOU WENT DOWN ON YOUR LOUSY, STINKING KNEES AND BEGGED ME!!!
Pwogwammer, sort of tools and utilities specialist (C, Java, REXX), run a cupla Linux servers, unofficial help desk, wannabe hacker, Perl newbie, disaster buff, bad speller, treasonous pinko liberal.
Dream Song #4
Filling her compact & delicious body
with chicken paprika, she glanced at me
twice.
Fainting with interest, I hungered back
and only the fact of her husband & four other people
kept me from springing on her
or falling at her little feet and crying
"You are the hottest one for years of night
Henry`s dazed eyes
have enjoyed, Brilliance." I advanced upon
(despairing) my spumoni. --Sir Bones: is stuffed,
de world, wif feeding girls.
--Black hair, complexion Latin, jewelled eyes
downcast...The slob beside her feasts...What wonders is
she sitting on, over there?
The restaurant buzzes. She might as well be on Mars.
Where did it all go wrong? There ought to be a law against Henry.
--Mr. Bones: there is.
Dream Song #45
He stared at ruin. Ruin stared straight back.
He thought they was old friends. He felt on the stair
where her papa found them bare
they became familiar. When the papers were lost
rich with pals' secrets, he thought he had the knack
of ruin. Their paths crossed
and once they crossed in jail; they crossed in bed;
and over an unsigned letter their eyes met,
and in an Asian city
directionless & lurchy at two & three,
or trembling to a telephone's fresh threat,
and when some wired his head
to reach a wrong opinion, 'Epileptic'.
But he noted now that: they were not old friends.
He did not know this one.
This one was a stranger, come to make amends
for all the imposters, and to make it stick.
Henry nodded, un-.
(John Berryman)
And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy.'
And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats...
--Grail
I don`t believe what I`m seeing. Where you been all your lives? An orgy? Listening to Mick Jagger music and bad mouthing your country I bet.
--"An Officer and a Gentleman"
They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.
--B. Franklin
The wages of sin is Community College.
--kl
A barbarian is one who mistakes the customs of his tribe for the laws of nature.
--G.B. Shaw
There are only 10 kinds of people in the world: Those that can count in binary, and those that can't.
--anon
Exclamation marks should be used sparingly, and then only when the speaker has recently been disemboweled.
--anon
C++ makes it much harder to shoot yourself in the foot, but when you do, it blows off your whole leg.
--Bjarne Stroustrup
This bounty hunter is my kind of scum: Fearless and inventive.
--J.T. Hutt
Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age 18.
--Einstein
There is no 'I' in 'team.' But then there is no 'I' in 'useless smug colleague,' either. And there are four in 'platitude-quoting idiot.' Go figure.
--anon
Sgt. Foley: You wanna f*** me up the a**? You a queer?
Sid Worley: Hell no, sir!
Sgt. Foley: Where you from, boy?
Sid Worley: Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, sir!
Sgt. Foley: Only two things come out of Oklahoma. Steers, and queers.
--"An Officer and a Gentleman"
Of course there are stupid questions.