The Fresh Queen of Zephyrhills
Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped turned upside down.
And I’d like to take a minute, just sit real still…
I’ll tell ya how I became to Queen of Zephyrhills.
From East Millinocket
Born and raised
On the mill grounds is where I spent most of my days
Chillin’ out, maxin’, relaxin’ all cool
And shootin’ some deers outside of school
When a couple of guys, they were up to no good
Set up a 7/11 in my neighborhood
I bought one lotto ticket
And let down my hair
Found out I’d just become a multi-millionaire.
“As recently as the mid-1990s, marriage was celebrated with proud sensuality. Just before the wedding night, the groom would be offered meat intricately tied with string by his new wife’s family. How dexterously his fingers undid the knots was a sign of how much joy he would bring his wife on their wedding night”
Great read about people living peacefully in Mogadishu.
Jacket found a spot in the sun!
Oh, look! Another monster doodle!
“You can tell a true war story by the questions you ask. Somebody tells a story, let’s say, and afterward you ask, “Is it true?” and if the answer matters, you’ve got your answer.
For example, we’ve all heard this one. Four guys go down a trail. A grenade sails out. One guy jumps on it and takes the blast and saves his three buddies.
Is it true?
The answer matters.
You’d feel cheated if it never happened. Without the grounding reality, it’s just a trite bit of puffery, pure Hollywood, untrue in the way all such stories are untrue. Yet even if it did happen - and maybe it did, anything’s possible even then you know it can’t be true, because a true war story does not depend upon that kind of truth. Absolute occurrence is irrelevant. A thing may happen and be a total lie; another thing may not happen and be truer than the truth. For example: Four guys go down a trail. A grenade sails out. One guy jumps on it and takes the blast, but it’s a killer grenade and everybody dies anyway. Before they die, though, one of the dead guys says, “The fuck you do that for?” and the jumper says, “Story of my life, man,” and the other guy starts to smile but he’s dead.
That’s a true story that never happened.”
“For readers interested in learning more about how not to be labeled as registered sex offenders, a good first step is not to rape unconscious women, no matter how good your grades are. Regardless of the strength of your GPA (weighted or unweighted), if you commit rape, there is a possibility you may someday be convicted of a sex crime. This is because of your decision to commit a sex crime instead of going for a walk, or reading a book by Cormac McCarthy. Your ability to perform calculus or play football is generally not taken into consideration in a court of law. Should you prefer to be known as “Good student and excellent football player Trent Mays” rather than “Convicted sex offender Trent Mays,” try stressing the studying and tackling and giving the sex crimes a miss altogether”
Repping the clan Tartan.
Audentes fortuna juvat.
“As fair art though, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry”
-Robert Burns
“A Red, Red Rose”
When this list of Woody Guthrie’s “New Year’s Rulin’s” popped up on the internet a year ago, it became an instant classic of the season. Which means that the time has rolled around to remember it, reread it and take it again to heart. There’s a rulin’ on it to suit just about anybody because it never hurts to be reminded “Don’t get lonesome,” “Stay glad,” “Dream good” and “Love everybody.” Also, “Wash teeth if any.”
Happy New Year everybody!
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