We beg the grim reaper to not waste our poor little lives. We watch the angels as they watch over us. The little devils…they come from there, they come from from here, they saunter about and just come from every which where.
We have our little lusts. They have our little lusts. We have our little depravities. They have our little depravities. We are bold in manner, strong in virtue. The just want to know the nobility of our character. We just want our dear little selves spread around for all to see and know. They will love us to death.
We lust for composure in a void. They wish us no void, tell us no tale, love the ones they are with…us …always us….always lucky little us. The marvel of life’s blood. No more sneaking through sins unapplauded, unwanted. We all can reap the wild wind together in a wild dirge of rapscallion fancy….and be better wonders for it.
By Andy Isaacson the Atlantic
http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2011/05/are-you-following-a-bot/8448/
ahh…the fun of cell phone tracking
http://vigilantcitizen.com/latestnews/michigan-police-search-drivers-cell-phones-durring-traffic-stops/
theNewspaper.com: A journal of the politics of driving
http://www.thenewspaper.com/news/34/3458.asp
The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true.
http://bschiff.com/
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Lust Games / Void Games / Politics 
Rapscallion fancy
We beg the grim reaper to not waste our poor little lives. We watch the angels as they watch over us. The little devils…they come from there, they come from from here, they saunter about and just come from every which where.
We have our little lusts. They have our little lusts. We have our little depravities. They have our little depravities. We are bold in manner, strong in virtue. The just want to know the nobility of our character. We just want our dear little selves spread around for all to see and know. They will love us to death.
We lust for composure in a void. They wish us no void, tell us no tale, love the ones they are with…us …always us….always lucky little us. The marvel of life’s blood. No more sneaking through sins unapplauded, unwanted. We all can reap the wild wind together in a wild dirge of rapscallion fancy….and be better wonders for it.
By Andy Isaacson the Atlantic
http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2011/05/are-you-following-a-bot/8448/
ahh…the fun of cell phone tracking
http://vigilantcitizen.com/latestnews/michigan-police-search-drivers-cell-phones-durring-traffic-stops/
theNewspaper.com: A journal of the politics of driving
http://www.thenewspaper.com/news/34/3458.asp
The dumb …… the honored creed. The rancid bastards …… the true.
http://bschiff.com/
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