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<eventtime>2012-03-02 00:22:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2012-03-02 05:22:09</logtime>
<subject>Quiet Thunder</subject>
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By Emmit Other A waiting walking climbing wave Pouring across the ocean The thunder has not happened yet But it is only climbing You can smell the ozone in the air The echo of its memory So powerful That the strike down Upon the crystal clear sea before it Sends its memory backward And forward in time In memory Of the perfect elegance And poised promises That it holds. It is easy to believe in such a thing For you can see it In the mind's eye When the dawn comes And sheds her glory On the clouds as her rays catch the gulls on the wind. The storm will happen. You have only to wait And watch. And wonder.
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<itemid>145206</itemid>
<eventtime>2012-03-28 20:01:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2012-03-29 00:01:14</logtime>
<subject>On Jekyll Island</subject>
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by T.C. Ricks Like anything worth doing It started on a dark and stormy night Into the scariest hotel We were probably willing to stay at. A tiny hint of Savannah History lifting up her skirt And taunting you The history major librarian Did I mention the ghosts? I told I love you And you said you love me back And the world stopped And then started again. And was brighter because of it. The beach was pristine Covered in clouds The beach beside the beach Peppered with some of the stupider Jellyfish Too dumb to swim away Which says a lot Because Jellyfish don't have brains. We talk And talk And talk Of everything from super powers To Not Hitler's Elephants. Our passionate kissing Doesn't stop Until we cuddle Problems of the world left behind Only living in the perfect moment. Dreams are shared Hopes are shared We clink our tiny Styrofoam cups Filled with white wine And toast to a future Watching the set Over the beach From the balcony. Things are sunny as we leave One last walk on the beach Skies are blue The sun is out All things look brighter All things look well. I slept better than I have in a long long time.
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<eventtime>2012-03-28 20:24:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2012-03-29 00:24:06</logtime>
<subject>Mayor Bloomberg Is A Moron</subject>
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By Redwin Tursor Once upon a time Four words were banished From the New York School System. Birthday Dinosaurs Halloween Dancing. Birthday because some religions might not like it. Dinosaurs because some don't believe in them. Supposedly. Halloween because some people realized All their traditions are pagans Including others Like Christmas They haven't quite figured out yet. And Dancing because it might invoke Rap music. Might make the squares scared. Which is of course Why the true birthday Of all dinosaurs Is on Halloween And they celebrate it by dancing. The best indicator Of a culture in decline Is when words scare them Like Dinosaurs. Even super religious kids love dinosaurs. They even believe that Jesus rides them. Everyone but ancient babtists Loves dancing How else can you pretend people aren't watching? We're sorry that you're offended by birthdays. Please go live in a closet Next to that kid that puffs up When peanuts are in the room. I feel sorry for your children. I really really do. And as for Halloween I celebrate it more every year Because it pisses off the people Who are by far and away the scariest of all. Mayor Bloomberg is an 'independent' Not a Republican Not a Democrat 100% Stupid. Sad. Sad. Stupid. So celebrate Dinosaurs and Birthdays and Dancing and Halloween as much as you like. Because we don't live in Bloomberg's city. That elected him. Three times. God knows what they might elect next time. Oh wait I live in Georgia. But you know what? As much as I don't like about this state Schools still talk About Dinosaurs And Dancing And Halloween (mostly) And Birthdays. Fuck you Bloomberg And the dinosaur that you rode in on. That then threw you off And ate you.
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