From ‘The Jolly Beggars‘ 1785
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“Life is al a variorum,
We regard not how it goes;
Let them cant about decorum,
Who have character to lose.
A fig for, &c.
Here’s to budgets, bags and wallets!
Here’s to all the wandering train.
Here’s our ragged brats and callets,
One and all cry out, Amen!
Chorus
A fig for those by law protected!
Liberty’s a glorious feast!
Courts for cowards were erected,
Churches built to please the priest.”
scented cloth is coming to town, a seizure when you’re sleeping, it snows when you’re a fake, its toes fissures are bagerhood , soapy good for goodnesssake, bedder washout, batter nut cry, better big hat, alms telling ewes why ~makes no sense but it makes mo cents!
oily bed
oily rice
make amen
hell fray
well fry
and why?
All art is performance art; only some have a live audience. -macusweil
because this man, naked except for 7 layers of cellophane wrapped neatly around his groin, had no friends, 13 emphysema patients were allowed to bludgeon him with plastic sand toys, you know those little buckets and the like in assorted colours?
well anyway when he bled we all felt pretty bad and so I guess thirteen really is an unlucky number. -macusweil
Altitudes in excess of 62.5 miles (100 kilometers) is the internationally recognized boundary of outer space.
“Things turn out best for the people who make the best of the way things turn out.”
~ Art Linkletter
