Molotov The term Molotov cocktail covers a great number of incendiary devices. Any kind of breakable container can be used but beer bottles are most common. In the container there are usually two agents, the first is highly flammable (for obvious reasons) and the second viscous (for sticking on stuff). This means that a Molotov cocktail can be made with petrol and juice concentrate or petrol and liquid soap or cheap alcohol and engine oil.
Omega What a skeletal wreck of man this is Translucent flesh and feeble bones The kind of temple where the whores and villains Try to tempt the holistic tomes Running rapid with free thought to free form In the free and clear Where the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat To sift and focus on the bigger, better, now We all have a little sin than needs venting Virtues for the rending And laws and systems And stems ripped from the branches of office Do you know what your post entails? Do you serve a purpose? Or purposely serve? Lying down inside of your atavistic galore The value of a Summer spent And a Winter earned For the rest of us there is always Sunday. The day of the week that reeks of rest But all we do is catch out breaths So we can wade naked into the bloody pool And place our hand on the big black book. To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers. A vacation is a count-down T-minus your life and counting Time to drag your tongue across the sugar-cube And hope you get a taste What the FUCK is all this for?! (What the hell is goin' on?!) SHUT UP!! I could go on and on, but, lets move on shall we? Say, you're me and I'm you And they all watch the things we do And like a smack of spite They threw me down the stairs Haven't felt like this in years The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse Let me go and Punch me into the dead spot again.
That's where you go when there's no one else around It's just you And there was never anyone to begin with now was there? Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards With their thumb on the pulse And a finger on the trigger CLASSIFIED MY ASS! that's a fucking SECRET and you know it! Government is another way to say Better Than You. It's like ice but no pick A murder charge that won't stick It's like a whole other world Where you can smell the food But you can't touch the silverware Hah, what luck Fascism you can vote for Isn't that sweet And we're all gonna die some day Because that's the American way And I've drunk too much And said too little When your gaffer taped in the middle Say a prayer, save face Get yourself together and (see what's happening) SHUT UP! (FUCK YOU!) FUCK YOU! I'm sorry, I could go on and on but It's time to move on, so Remember your a wreck, an accident Forget the freak, you're just nature Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean Shit, snort and blaspheme Let the heads cool and the engine run Because in the end, Everything we do Is just everything we've done.
Triptych Under your bed The ghouls that are under your bed They come from the Land of the Dead They know you're alone But don't whimper or moan They'll leave just as soon as they've fed
Avast ye scurvy dogs! There was an old pirate who was fluent in Thai Who walked on a peg-leg and saw with one eye He sailed many seas Caught a venereal disease But tragically choked on a pie
The things you own The guy who invented IKEA I hope he gets gonorrhea May he lose but one ball And his dick, shrink and fall For having this horrendous idea
According to Norse mythology, the wall that enclosed Asgard was destroyed during a war between the Vanir and the Aesir, leaving the gods vulnerable to an attack by the giants. One day, an itinerant stonemason named Blast came to Asgard and offered to rebuild the wall if the goddess Freya would consent to be his wife. He asked for the sun and the moon as well. The gods wanted the wall rebuilt but the terms stated by the mason were outrageous. However, the god Loki proposed a way of outwitting the mason and getting at least part of the wall rebuilt for nothing. The gods agreed to the payment asked by the mason, but only if the work was completed within six months. The mason insisted that he be allowed to use his stallion, Svadilfari, in rebuilding the wall. The work proceeded much more rapidly than the gods had anticipated and they began to worry that the mason might have to be paid after all. The god Odin threatened to kill Loki if the wall was completed within the allotted time. Loki saw that the mason's horse was doing the heavy hauling and he devised a plan to deprive the mason of the help of his horse. Taking the form of a young mare, Loki lured the stallion into a thicket and made sure that he remained there until the next day. When Svadilfari returned to his master it was too late to complete the work. The mason became so angry that he revealed his true form, that of a rock giant. The god Thor dispatched the giant with a mighty blow of his hammer, Mjollnir. Months later, Loki returned to Asgard. He brought with him a gray colt with eight legs, the foal of Loki the mare and Svadilfari the stallion. He gave it to Odin, saying that its name was Sleipnir. The colt could travel over land and sea and through the air.
There once was a king with three beautiful daughters. Each one was more beautiful than the sky itself. The first sold her soul to the devil in exchange for eternal life and beauty in fear that she would grow old and her beauty would wither. She became a fertility goddess in deep dark Africa. The second bedded with an angel and gave birth to a son. Then she turned into a tree. Her son climbed on her, grew wings and flew away. She still stands there, roots in the ground, leaves in the sun. The third one, became a whore. She sold her beauty by the pound to anyone who would buy it. She fell in love with a young man who couldn't care less about her. She died miserable and alone, but the oh-so merciful gods gave her a second chance to life. They turned her into a flower that matched her human beauty.
And Georgia O' Keefe drew a picture of her.
Soon I discovered that this Rock thing was true Jerry Lee Lewis was the devil Jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet All of a sudden, I found myself in love with the world So there was only one thing that I could do Was ding-a-ding-dang my dang-a-long-ling-long
This Be The Verse (by Philip Larkin) They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another's throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself.
Hostile to self-torment, the vain excuses called devotion, Zos satisfied the habit by speaking loudly unto his Self. And at one time, returning to familiar consciousness, he was vexed to notice interested hearers-a rabble of involuntary mendicants, pariahs, whoremongers, adulterers, distended bellies, and the prevalent sick-grotesques that obtain in civilisations. His irritation was much, yet still they pestered him, saying: Master, we would learn of these things! Teach us Religion! And seeing, with chagrin, the hopeful multitude of Believers, he went down into the Valley of Stys, prejudiced against them as Followers. And when he was ennuye, he opened his mouth in derision, saying:-
O, ye whose future is in other hands! This familiarity is permitted not of thy-but of my impotence. Know me as Zos the Goatherd, saviour of myself and of those things I have not yet regretted. Unbidden ye listen'd to my soliloquy. Endure then my Anathema. Foul feeders! Slipped, are ye, on your own excrement? Parasites! Having made the world lousy, imagine ye are of significance to Heaven?
I don't want to go to Toronto I don't want to go All of the blocks are square None of the streets are twisted None of the streets are paved with bricks There's too many elevators in Toronto Not enough stairs in Toronto Not enough stairs All of the food in Toronto is made of edible oil products They don't have bagels in Toronto They have doughnuts Doughnuts made of edible oil I don't like doughnuts They don't have bagels I don't want to go to Toronto People don't have faces in Toronto They have cigarette ads instead They listen to your phone calls There's a tower in Toronto that controls people's minds It's illegal to possess brightly coloured balloons in Toronto Illegal to own brightly coloured balloons All of the children in Toronto must wear suits Even the girls Three piece suits The buildings in Toronto have no windows I don't want to go Everyone lives in subterranean caverns Filled with doughnuts made of edible oil I don't want to go
Nobody goes to the bathroom in Toronto They have a special operation They have it removed surgically There's a tax on all wicker goods in Toronto There's huge buildings with no windows And streets with no curves And inside you find little girls in suits Running around with black balloons And munching on edible oil products The kids don't have names They have numbers which are assigned to them at birth They're called three hundred and eighty seven point seven Four hundred and twelve point nine And they all have cigarette ads instead of faces I don't want to go to Toronto I don't want to go I have plenty of wicker goods I don't want a tax on my wicker goods I like going to the bathroom I don't want to go the hospital I don't want to go to Toronto I don't want to go Do I have to go to Toronto? Do I? Do I have to go? I don't want to go Do I have to go to Toronto? I don't want to go
The Way To Succeed And The Way To Suck Eggs! This is the Holy Hexagram. Plunge from the height, O God, and interlock with Man! Plunge from the height, O Man, and interlock with Beast! The Red Triangle is the descending tongue of grace; the Blue Triangle is the ascending tongue of prayer This Interchange, the Double Gift of Tongues, the Word of Double Power-ABRAHADABRA!is the sign of the Great Work, for the Great Work is accomplished in Silence. And behold is not that Word equal to Cheth, that is Cancer. whose Sigil is {Cancer}? This Work also eats up itself, accomplishes its own end, nourishes the worker, leaves no seed, is perfect in itself. Little children, love one another!
1 Can you pull in the Leviathan with a fishhook or tie down his tongue with a rope? 2 Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook? 3 Will he keep begging you for mercy? Will he speak to you with gentle words?
Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals I've trapped Have all become my pets And I'm living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling It's okay to eat fish 'Cause they don't have any feelings Something in the way Something in the way, yeah
Wake up, you never looked so glum Tell me how will we know they can't hear us coming? It's easy for me, I got a headstart running away Keep up or your disease spread quick So how did you learn to be sick, so cunning It's easy to sing but you just keep on humming along Did you hear that, I got a real bad feeling How many moles do you suppose they're keeping? Don't make a sound they're not dead, just sleeping Dire, dire, dire, it's fleeting
Nervethreads decoding the stream of the reality-inverting revolution The patterned untruth of non-dream: The closed eye visual delusion
A monk asked Zhaozhou, a Chinese Zen master, "Has a dog Buddha-nature or not?", Zhaozhou answered "Wu". "Your question cannot be answered because it depends on incorrect assumptions".
La souris qui mange le livre Les oiseaux du diable ivre
We'll drive. Keep driving. Head out to the middle of nowhere, take that road as far as it takes us. You've never been west of Philly, have ya? This is a beautiful country Monty, it's beautiful out there, like a different world. Mountains, hills, cows, farms, and white churches. I drove out west with your mother one time, before you was born. Brooklyn to the Pacific in three days. Just enough money for gas, sandwiches, and coffee, but we made it. Every man, woman, and child alive should see the desert one time before they die. Nothin' at all for miles around. Nothin' but sand and rocks and cactus and blue sky. Not a soul in sight. No sirens. No car alarms. Nobody honkin' atcha. No madmen cursin' or pissin' in the streets. You find the silence out there, you find the peace. You can find God. So we drive west, keep driving till we find a nice little town. These towns out in the desert, you know why they got there? People wanted to get away from somewhere else. The desert's for startin' over.
It's never too late to reinvent the bicycle
Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend
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