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my biggest fear

Post by jackofnightmares » August 8th, 2013, 10:11 am

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Re: my biggest fear

Post by jackofnightmares » August 10th, 2013, 9:07 am

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"Skepticism is the chastity of the intellect" Santayana The Idea of Christ in the Gospels

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Post by stilltrucking » August 10th, 2013, 11:34 pm

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Re: my biggest fear

Post by tinkerjack » August 11th, 2013, 12:33 am

When I was crazy
I was afraid of being crazy

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Re: my biggest fear, the crow on the craddle

Post by myrna minkoff » August 11th, 2013, 10:03 am

Nuclear hysteria and the wandering uterus

Saint Sylvia's lament
Sexual Solipsism

The sheep`s in the meadow
The cow`s in the corn
Now is the time for a child to be born
He`ll laugh at the moon
And cry for the sun
And if it`s a boy he`ll carry a gun
Sang the crow on the cradle

And if it should be that this baby`s a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesn`t curl
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
And a bomber above her wherever she goes
Sang the crow on the cradle

The crow on the cradle
The black and the white
Somebody`s baby is born for a fight
The crow on the cradle
The white and the black
Somebody`s baby is not coming back
Sang the crow on the cradle

Your mother and father will sweat and they`ll slave
To build you a coffin and dig you a grave
Hush-a-bye little one, never you weep
For we`ve got a toy that can put you to sleep
Sang the crow on the cradle

Bring me my gun, and I`ll shoot that bird dead
That`s what your mother and father once said
The crow on the cradle, what can we do
Ah, this is a thing that I`ll leave up to you
Sang the crow on the cradle
Sang the crow on the cradle

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