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Wednesday, November 08, 2006

My Daddy was a Dollar, Not Worth A Hundred Cents...

My daddy was a dollar, I wrote it on a fence. So, I saw this really crazy movie the other day, and that quote (My daddy was a dollar...) was written on all these walls, and I was like, daaaaang. You're crazy Robert Downey Jr. So, anyway, I'm sure you've ventured here for insight into some pressing problem, or somehow got confused when trying to google some porn, but irregardless, you're here. And the back button doesn't work in TerriLand. Mwhahaha. Wow, this is almost about a half a paragraph, and I've written about nothing. I'm on a roll! Actually, I'm going to buckle down and write about something that's been on my mind for some time now. And by been on my mind, I mean I just went to warm up some pizza, turned on the tv, and scrambled about for ten minutes trying to think or something. And here's me giving up and just posting some stuff I think you'll find interesting:

From the Devil's Dictionary:

When the world was young and Man was new,
      And everything was pleasant,
Distinctions Nature never drew
'Mongst kings and priest and peasant.
We're not that way at present,
Save here in this Republic, where
We have that old regime,
For all are kings, however bare
Their backs, howe'er extreme
Their hunger. And, indeed, each has a voice
To accept the tyrant of his party's choice.

A citizen who would not vote,
And, therefore, was detested,
Was one day with a tarry coat
(With feathers backed and breasted)
By patriots invested.
"It is your duty," cried the crowd,
"Your ballot true to cast
For the man o' your choice." He humbly bowed,
And explained his wicked past:
"That's what I very gladly would have done,
Dear patriots, but he has never run."

A little bit more:

I dreamed I stood upon a hill, and, lo!
The godly multitudes walked to and fro
Beneath, in Sabbath garments fitly clad,
With pious mien, appropriately sad,
While all the church bells made a solemn din --
A fire-alarm to those who lived in sin.
Then saw I gazing thoughtfully below,
With tranquil face, upon that holy show
A tall, spare figure in a robe of white,
Whose eyes diffused a melancholy light.
"God keep you, strange," I exclaimed. "You are
No doubt (your habit shows it) from afar;
And yet I entertain the hope that you,
Like these good people, are a Christian too."
He raised his eyes and with a look so stern
It made me with a thousand blushes burn
Replied -- his manner with disdain was spiced:
"What! I a Christian? No, indeed! I'm Christ."


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey I saw that movie "in dreams" It wasn't scary but I don get the song

2:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Annette Benning totally overacted that role, lol

1:49 AM  
Blogger Rob Gainey said...

terri that was wild i saw the movie didn't get to read all of the poem so i googled my daddy was a dollar and found your blog lol im down south a bit from you in lake wylie how wild did you know googling that phrase would pull up your blog ? that's interesting what a advertising angle im a businessman in the area email me surplusrobby1@

gmail.com you may be on to something that would be profitable i need to reach the right market maybe you could help explain how thanks your blog is interesting and dont worry i got kids older than you you may know them or one of them im interested in how you did this ? my fb is robby l gainey thanks

4:56 AM  

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