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Ozymandias:
These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,
Through which our policy must make a breach:
Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
Talk like the vulgar sort of market men
That come to gather money for their corn.
If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,
And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.

Joseph:
A troupe of Tuvan
Throat-singers stopping
To make steppes music, just
Because they fell like it.

Feedsite listeners milling
around, recording them,
Saving a few unique
Minutes for everybody.

Dissenting lovers
On the run from a
Chinese culture
Reservation, kissing
Their way to a new
Revolution.

Cop moves the whores along,
A squad of Russian security
Werewolves realize they're
Not getting any this
Afternoon after all.

This city never allowed
Itself to decay or degrade.
It's wildly, intensely
GROWING.  It's a loud
Bright stinking MESS.

It takes STRENGTH
From its THOUSANDS
Of cultures.  And the
Thousands MORE that
Grow ANEW each day.

It isn't perfect.  It LIES
and CHEATS.  It's no
UTOPIA and it ain't the
Mountain by a LONG
Shot -- but it's ALIVE.
I can't ARGUE with that.

David_Dovey:
i know why dinosaurs went extinct it's because they learnt to suck their own cocks

Patrick:
His dick is 8" wide and 2" long. It's like fucking a cheese wheel.

tragic_pizza:
and man, he said, there ain't no communism like the Avon lady.

I didn't say anything. Just sat, sipping my Jack and coke, hoping someone else would catch his attention.

Think about it, he said, into his bottled Miller. Avon lady puts out all these booklets, and chicks, man, chicks just got to get the shit. I mean, how's that anything but communism?

I was going to answer him, explain how advertising and impulse purchasing affects the free market system, maybe even draw a chart on the bar napkin, but JoJo the bartender saved him from this fate worse than death by killing him with a single shotgun blast to the head.

I can't stand Miller, he said. It's made from the piss of lawn gnomes.

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