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A Valediction Forbidding Mourning

As virtuous men pass mildly away, / And whisper to their souls to go, / Whilst some of their sad friends do say, / "Now his breath goes," and some say, "No." / So let us melt, and make no noise, / No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ; / 'Twere profanation of our joys / To tell the laity our love. / Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ; / Men reckon what it did, and meant ; / But trepidation of the spheres, / Mad fucks to be gotten cheap / Dull sublunary lovers' love / —Whose soul is sense—cannot admit / Of absence, 'cause it doth remove / The thing which elemented it. / But we by a love so much refined, / That ourselves know not what it is, / Inter-assurèd of the mind, / Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss. / Our two souls therefore, which are one, / It's mad emo and I'm kinda sad / A breach, but an expansion, / Like gold to aery thinness beat. / If they be two, they are two so / As stiff twin compasses are two ; / Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show / To move, but doth, if th' other do. / And though it in the centre sit, / Yet, when the other far doth roam, / A constant lean and emo sad shit goes, / And grows erect, as that comes home. / Such wilt thou be to me, who must, / Like th' other foot, obliquely run ; / Fuck dude it all sucks and shit whatnot, / And makes me end where I begun.

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long and dark, shiny and black

(open up your engines, let ‘em roar)

y'all, I am so hung over

So very, very hung over. Oprah’s done in 2011? That’s crazy. Oprah’s been on television doing her thing for my entire life. Twenty five seasons. Also, I saw the men who stare at goats the other day and I laughed my ass off. Pure fun…a little dark, sure…but still fun. And it felt like a visit with the dude…fuckin’ A.

It’s November 20…and it’s still silly warm outside. How ‘bout that?

Anyhoo, I mentioned I’m crazy hung over, right? I am! How are you?

did we ever figure out what we're calling this decade?

jasencomstock:

warrennotg:

‘Cuz “the aughts” still sounds like barf to me.

what ought we call it?

Come on peeps, it’s The Nads.

making my blood boil/fuck the TTC/somebody is making $100,000+ a year to make change

The TTC recently approved a dramatic fare increase, making Toronto’s transit system the most expensive to use in the country. A monthly pass shot up from $109 to $121—five dollars less than the proposed $126. Now, if the service was decent I doubt as many people would be as upset as they are about this. But the truth is that the Toronto Transit Commission is unreliable, expensive, and unlikely to improve.

So the fact that so many TTC employees, including operators and fucking fare collectors are listed here is galling. (The “Sunshine List” is a public list of all Ontario civil servants who earn over $100,00/year.)

That somebody sitting in a booth watching people deposit their fares could earn at least twice what a school teacher earns is absolutely beyond belief.

Fucking PRIVATIZE it already.

on the stupid fucking anti-rules that are supposed to appeal to girls who are too progressive to accept the conventional rules:

For fuck’s sake, this shit is retarded. Telling a girl “on a date, order the steak” is approximately as fucked up as telling a girl “on a date, order salad and a water.” How about “order whatever the fuck you want”? Why do people think that the answer to antiquated/oppressive dogma is contrarian dogma?

how is this allowed?

Last night while watching television (and suffering from major anxiety over my first time being totally stoned in front of my boyfriend) the channel accidentally and randomly switched. The tv was on mute and I didn’t know what it’d switched to, but there was a man talking and at the bottom of the screen it said “cancer cured in 4 days!” I reached to de-mute the television, incredulous as to what kind of a product they might be trying to sell. I think I even said out loud “Wait, they can’t claim that a product cures cancer in four days…that’s not allowed!”

As soon as it became clear what it was, it all made sense. The product they were selling was god. They claimed prayer, or some such bullshit, cured his cancer in four days.

Again I ask—how is this allowed? I couldn’t start selling a pill on television, claiming it cures cancer, if it didn’t in fact cure cancer. So how are religious infomercials allowed to spew lies that are equally dangerous? What the fuck?

you know how we excised she who will not be named from the dashboard? Can we do that with Sarah Palin too?

I’m just so over hearing about that stupid, stupid cunt. Like, maybe if we ignore her and her press tour it’ll be like that whole tree falling in a forest thing. Maybe?

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh