Friday, January 13, 2006

Friday the 13th: More Tyler Durden, Sander for Governor, Jesus tokes, and the poetry of prosecution


(http://tinyurl.com/e8lj)
Hope it’s a lucky day for you, JOS…

Tyler Durden sez: “Fuck off with your sofa units and Strinne green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let’s evolve, let the chips fall where they may ... You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world ...  Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else ... On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.”

(Listen to Tyler here: http://tinyurl.com/d77yn)

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Jesus is my dealer?
http://tinyurl.com/44lq
(Found here: http://tinyurl.com/cjqag)

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Governor Hicks...has a nice ring, huh?
http://tinyurl.com/8afjv

Sander takes on a Hummer...

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My poet friend Sparrow has a plan:
Flood Patrick J. Fitzgerald, the Special Prosecutor, with poems.  If everyone on Our Side just spent three minutes a day, composing such verse as:

Dear Mr. Fitzgerald

Please indict
everyone in the
Cheney-Rumsfeld-Bush
administration,
even the
Postmaster General!

...and sent them in, this might inspire heroism in the Department of
Justice.  (Fitzgerald’s address is: Bond Federal Building, 1400 New York
Avenue, NW, Ninth Floor, Washington, D.C. 20530.)


What poem would you mail?
(Compose your poem in the comments section.)

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