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Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
“Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde”
Beware of the anger of a patient man.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
This bingo card may be the only reason I decide to put on jeans instead of heading out in jammies to get more chocolate and ice cream later tonight.
And no crocs either.
I don’t own any crocs. I own trail sandals that are perfectly good for climbing mountains, boots that have survived years of airport maintenance, cross-country flying, warehouses, mountains, and mud, apair of nice boots for classy dates with Calmer Half, and a growing pile of far too damn expensive “athletic shoes”. Shoes shouldn’t be worn out ’til the duct tape patches over the holes don’t take, but after three months, these stupid shoes won’t stand up to ten miles a day on concrete floors without making my knees and ankles feel every step of it.
Why would anyone own shoes that come with holes already in them?
Walmart bingo. So true it hurts.
There should have been one for “Nobody at Ammo counter”
That is what the center square actually is. At least the last couple times I went to the local Walmart there was a sign saying where the ammo guy was.
Not real sure why some of it is locked up behind the counter and why the rest of it is loose on the shelf though. What am I going to do, grab a box of .22 lr and throw them at you?