A Tough Time
“I was a student of philosophy,”
said the guy at the end of the bar.
“good,” said a guy at the middle
of the bar.
“how’d you like to come down
here and lick my balls?”
This is what Jesus prays for us this Christmas: “Father, show them my glory and give them the very delight in me that you have in me.”
Oh, may we see Christ with the eyes of God and savor Christ with the heart of God. That is the essence of heaven. That is the gift Christ came to purchase for sinners at the cost of his death in our place.
The Gypsy Nun
to José Moreno Villa
Silence thick with lime and myrtle.
Mallows in the windlestraw.
The nun embroiders gillyflowers
on a field of flaxen cloth.
From the grizzled spider lantern
seven prism-birds erupt.
Far away the church is grumbling,
like a bear turned belly-up.
Splendid needlework! How graceful!
On her flaxen tapestry,
she is yearning to
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We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
—
Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Yarasa kollarınla ateşin karşıtı oluyorsun
Oh, Jesus Christ!
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— I’m talking about all the energy that’s out here waiting for someone to transform it into a whole new concept, a whole new style. I’m talking about the energy that comes from real working people…
— Oh Jesus Christ, spare me the real working people! Y’know, you make me sick. I mean, I look at you, I see art college, I see mom and dad out in suburbia paying your fees… Did you have to grow up with any of these real working people that you love so fucking much? Yeah, well I did. I heard ‘em teaching their kids to say “nigger”. I saw ‘em grabbing their dicks and grunting when any girl over thirteen walked past, had ‘em shouting “fucking queer” and “fucking lesbian” every time I changed my haircut. I know all about what kind of energy comes from real working people, and if you can transform it into anything that’s worth a shit then you must be some kind of magician.
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"Oh, and sorry in advance about the press. In my defense, they started it." "Christ alive," Wymack said. "What did you do this time?"
We Wear The Mask - Paul Laurance Dunbar
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!