tryptich

Correspondent 29 September 2002 0 minutes read

Theo slumped back against the station. Had her on auto pilot. Wishin' a sweet senorita could bear him a while. Next to these hills ain't very much else. Sun hangin' low, ants chompin' away. Bearin' him by the seat of his pants. One thousand times a day. Ear covered with hat. See those bent cacti.

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Anonymous · 24 years ago
desist wid de teasin, boy! where be the revelation. where be the view with a room?
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Anonymous · 24 years ago
I don't see any bent cacti, just bent IDIOTS!
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That is the dark silver lining in this blood-spattered cloud we have brought down on ourselves, and it leaves a lot to be desired. It is almost impossibly morbid to brood on how many young Americans will have to come home in bodybags before the great American voter catches on to the fact that it's the same greed-crazed yo-yo who slit the throat of the U.S. economy in the name of Tax Cuts, who is responsible for all the feverish war-mongering gone wrong. The whole thing sucks. It was wrong from the start, and it is getting wronger by the hour. George W. Bush is doomed to the same cruel fate his papa suffered only 10 years ago.