Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,
But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than
before known,
Arouse! for you must justify me
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The "Leaves of Grass" dude?
The one with the long fellow?
I didn't Google and am only going from you Lewinsky hint.
Or was it Wadsworth?
Leaving it to you to prove and define it.
Some stains speak for themselves, some fluoresce, revealing under black light the potency of their true nature.
I care not one Whit.
Ceci n'est pas un cigare.
Walt might have played with Monica's tits, but in an unthreatening way.
Wadsworth?
Pls front-page this, TY.
Wadsworth? Ew.
Can you give me a sampler?
That was whitty, RAA.
I read a lot of Walt not long ago. Of course, having spent almost 20 years in Durham I recall Nuke Laloosh's comment about limpid jets "--of love"...hey, Crash, does that mean what I think it means? What's the deal here?"
Who better to talk of such things than a commie who shacked up with a red headed cougar for a couple of decades until he got too old for her.
But Walt led a tough life, that's for sure. It couldn't have been easy being him.
Monica and Bill ruined blue dresses for me. Still can't see one without the whole unappetizing affair spring to mind. Ewww.
"spring to mind"
It never ends.
You're right blake. She ran from the gerund bastard.
pufhfhfhfh.
So it goes.
My thought is: Leave it all to blake and chickenlittle. They will step up, and everyone will pay attention (and not just on account of personal connections). Go,guys, go. Will you?
Sweet!
Blogroom Blitz!
o/~At first Bill was too good to be true
Like JFK but like Elvis, too
Wearing those shades
Playin' saxophone
With secrets to hide
Sins to atone for~\o
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