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Give me a bit of time to get this right I find myself so frozen into place I thought you said was I not you who’d chase Or breath the chilly air in devil’s fright I’ll search the world for angels in the

Gun Huggers and Flag Fuckers

Act I. The young man walks down the simple path The path he's walked down so many times He often sings to himself as he climbs Yet today he is silent, he knows not why But the shadows seem odd, at least

“Good sir, there is a gentleman Make haste, for he’s a sight He’s screaming horror from his mind We fear he may take flight” Not quite dark with bright stars when My feverish apprentice came And so we

My dear Vivian has blood upon her hands Cold eyes reveal the fellness Echoes stories told across these lands She claims the good lord understands Her jubilant gleeful bliss My dear Vivian has blood upon

Evening comes upon us And time begins to creep The mind can never sleep Ah, why must it be thus? You fall into a heap We know what comes to reap Now the young one comes to fuss Eyes faded, white and cold

Let us ring our lovely bell Hear our voices, loud with song Put the world under our spell We shall echo from the cell Raise our voices, bang our gong Let us ring our fearsome bell We must bring ourselves

Set-up: Played with four people. Instead of rolling, everyone draws a straw. One long straw, one medium straw, and one slightly shorter than the last, and a short straw (player one, two, three and four,

A Musical

We dance upon a mountain top Lift up into the gentle sky Twirling through the frozen air Landing on the velvet ground Let us look away from this Let us find our frozen sun Alas, the trees are falling now

Picture I took while coming home from DC. We were getting ready to land, which is why we were below the clouds, and I saw the rainbow. I thought it looked really cool from the plane, so I snapped a photo

You, you keep sayin’ I’m overreacting That the world aint falling down Wait until the horseman cometh Takin’ our lives away The horseman cometh Til then we can pray You say wait until things fall apart

Today's poem is was brought to you by my anger at the rehabilitation of a certain former "leader."

I grew up in the Catskills. I live in Florida now, which is a decidedly flat state, and when I first moved here, the flatness made me dizzy. I still kind of prefer mountainous areas and kind of dislike

Your eyes Goddamn it Your eyes Seeing you hurt is soul crushing You play so strong but you break like we break Your eyes Goddamn it Your eyes Something broke through that shell And revealed a human You