there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace those who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not have peace those who preach peace do not have love beware the preachers beware the knowers beware those who are always reading books beware those who either detest poverty or are proud of it beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average but there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you to kill anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own not being able to create art they will not understand art they will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world not being able to love fully they will believe your love incomplete and then they will hate you and their hatred will be perfect like a shining diamond like a knife like a mountain like a tiger like hemlock their finest art
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
The Genius Of The Crowd
Monday, August 17, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Salary
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Saturday, July 18, 2009
Funny Limericks
A]
Attempting to stop his wet dreams
Brother Francis has tried many schemes
Using bells and a whistle
Attached to his gristle
But still finds he frequently creams.
So grimly the Abbot said, 'Look.
Onanism's a sin in my book,
Inadvertent or not.
Tie your dick in a knot
Or start sleeping with Annie the cook
B]
C]
There once was a man from Hong Kong,
whose penis was seven feet long.
It was bronzed when he died,
for the church of St. Clyde,
where it's now a bell clapper, Ding Dong
D]
There once was a fart deep within,
who thought that to stay was a sin,
So he tunneled about,
till he found his way out,
as I silently sat with a grin
E]
I once dated a Poet named Gwyn
Who committed a Cardinal Sin
When I thought she would drool
From the size of my tool
She just asked, with a yawn, ' ... is it in
F]
There was a young lady called Flynn,
Who thought forcication a sin;
But when she was tight
She thought it all right,
So everyone filled her with gin
G]
This is the tale of woe of a small boy named Lou
Sitting in a crowded church with his family, who
Turned to his father, Bart,
And whispered, 'Dad, I've got to fart !'
Said Bart, 'If you do, you must sit in your own pew
H]
A gentle old lady I knew
Was dozing one day in her pew;
When the preacher yelled 'Sin!'
She said,'Count me in!
As soon as the service is through
I]
There once was a man made of tin,
with no heart beneath his grey skin.
By a shear stroke of luck,
he learned how to fuck,
and lived merrily in a world full of sin
J]
There once was a fellow named Fong
Who's pecker was seven feet long.
It was bronzed when he died,
For the Church of Saint Clyde,
Where it's now a bell clapper, ding dong
Attempting to stop his wet dreams
Brother Francis has tried many schemes
Using bells and a whistle
Attached to his gristle
But still finds he frequently creams.
So grimly the Abbot said, 'Look.
Onanism's a sin in my book,
Inadvertent or not.
Tie your dick in a knot
Or start sleeping with Annie the cook
B]
there was a young girl from Sofia, who succumbed to her lover's desire. she said, 'it's a sin, but now that it's in, could you shove it a few inches higher |
C]
There once was a man from Hong Kong,
whose penis was seven feet long.
It was bronzed when he died,
for the church of St. Clyde,
where it's now a bell clapper, Ding Dong
D]
There once was a fart deep within,
who thought that to stay was a sin,
So he tunneled about,
till he found his way out,
as I silently sat with a grin
E]
I once dated a Poet named Gwyn
Who committed a Cardinal Sin
When I thought she would drool
From the size of my tool
She just asked, with a yawn, ' ... is it in
F]
There was a young lady called Flynn,
Who thought forcication a sin;
But when she was tight
She thought it all right,
So everyone filled her with gin
G]
This is the tale of woe of a small boy named Lou
Sitting in a crowded church with his family, who
Turned to his father, Bart,
And whispered, 'Dad, I've got to fart !'
Said Bart, 'If you do, you must sit in your own pew
H]
A gentle old lady I knew
Was dozing one day in her pew;
When the preacher yelled 'Sin!'
She said,'Count me in!
As soon as the service is through
I]
There once was a man made of tin,
with no heart beneath his grey skin.
By a shear stroke of luck,
he learned how to fuck,
and lived merrily in a world full of sin
J]
There once was a fellow named Fong
Who's pecker was seven feet long.
It was bronzed when he died,
For the Church of Saint Clyde,
Where it's now a bell clapper, ding dong
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Fermat
Mssr. Fermat -- what have uou done?
Your simple conjecture has everyone
Churning out proofs,
Which are nothing but goofs!
Could it be that your statement's an erudite spoof?
A marginal hoax
That you've played on us folks?
But then you're really not known for your practical jokes.
Or is it then true
That you knew what to do
When n was an integer greater than two?
Oh then why can't we find
That same proof...are we blind?
You must be reproved, for I'm losing my mind.
by Jonathan P. Dowling
Mathematics Magazine 1986
A Math limerick
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Relativity
There was a young lady named Bright
Whose speed was far faster than light;
She set out one day,
In a relative way
And returned on the previous night.
A. H. Reginald Buller (1874 – 1944)
Sunday, July 12, 2009
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