January 16, 2005
Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
— Ezra Pound
duh. but taht page mistarsnlates 'ferteth'. er at lest ive ben told 'fert' doesnt mean 'leap' it means somethin indelecate.
puond was prety col. axcept for teh admirin-fascism-an-workin-for-musolini part. that wasnt real bright. but at lest he had the good tast not 2 do it at a costmue party.
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noe pitchers heire eithre wuts tha pont huh?
ef u wunt pitchers raed tristrum sandy nat anchovie fo mellingholly.
Jeff, reekcovering fram hes shoeck
as for hte anemone of melenkundera i dont wnat picters of dapresd ppl anyway. i wana see t&a.
i thikn ive got loss in sapace mixd up wit farbiden palnet. so il let that one sliad.