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Pudding pops are good. Ba doga doga do dah.

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Nov 8, 2010

Nov 8, 2010 at 9:47 AM UTC

ganjava

Ode to Bill Cosby

Pudding pops are good. Ba doga doga do dah.

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«Fazañas imposibles obré con esta daga, al favor de la noche y en trágicos suburbios, una vez que fui pícaro... Recuerdo -como en turbios sonambulismos donde una luz naufraga- que fui taimado pícaro: Don Lope de Aguinaga! »Locas andanzas venusinas! Francachelas en que la sangre dialoga con el vino, después de heroicas tremolinas! Raptos de adustas damas... gentucilla de toga! Raptos de las amantes de alto Marqués o Doga...! De nobles y pecheras, monjas y bailarinas! »Las noches de bureo por timbas y tabernas, y por tabucos, bodegones y hostales, a caza de los bienes y a caza de los males: de los magníficos pecados capitales... sin poner mientes en las cosas eternas! »Fazañas imposibles obré con mis puñales en los juegos de quínola y en los juegos de dados, y en los sañudos desafíos azarosos con turbas de judíos astrosos y con mendigos y frailes y soldados! »Fazañas imposibles obré con esta daga! Yo fui taimado pícaro: Don Lope de Aguinaga!»

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León de Greiff

Don lope de aguinaga

«Fazañas imposibles obré con esta daga, al favor de la noche y en trágicos suburbios, una vez que fui pícaro... Recuerdo -como en turbios sonambulismos donde una luz naufraga- que fui taimado pícaro: Don Lope de Aguinaga! »Locas andanzas venusinas! Francachelas en que la sangre dialoga con el vino, después de heroicas tremolinas! Raptos de adustas damas... gentucilla de toga! Raptos de las amantes de alto Marqués o Doga...! De nobles y pecheras, monjas y bailarinas! »Las noches de bureo por timbas y tabernas, y por tabucos, bodegones y hostales, a caza de los bienes y a caza de los males: de los magníficos pecados capitales... sin poner mientes en las cosas eternas! »Fazañas imposibles obré con mis puñales en los juegos de quínola y en los juegos de dados, y en los sañudos desafíos azarosos con turbas de judíos astrosos y con mendigos y frailes y soldados! »Fazañas imposibles obré con esta daga! Yo fui taimado pícaro: Don Lope de Aguinaga!»

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(dashed off upon learning untimely demise regarding prosperous family, whose small plane crashed. about half dozen years ago, they lived ~ three doors down from us.) No words can assuage the deep sorrow, this once upon a time neighbor (I lived at 1148 Greentree Lane) experiences disbelief, numbness, shock... attendant by an irreparable loss of beloved, and vacillated how to communicate heartfelt sympathy, where words superfluous, yet... if for that challenge alone, an affinity with language spurred impulse to focus upon bountiness of joie de vivre imbibed years gone by, when every now and again chance encounters found yours truly (me) in delightful company regarding persons whose presence imbued benevolence, kindness, warmth... facilitating emotional philanthropy influenced long term positive memories to one experienced being outcast, ostracized, offensive... courtesy unfortunate series of circumstances beyond my control, which voiced unwelcome tension sabotaged reaching quality politeness displeased at unfriendly reactions reflexively, maliciously, impetuously... did little or no justice toward conflict resolution which altercations nearly, quickly did segway profoundly into unpleasant standoffs, yes bias, bigotry, bitterness begat bisel meshuga acutely aware I loathe uncouth actions regarding myself and strive to remain affable, cordial, friendly..., hence an object lesson, (albeit ex post facto) to abide by my inner integrity, ethos, doga politesse..., especially when pitted against unsavory electric acid kool aid test tis then urgently vital to remain steadfast, and figuratively turn the other cheek particularly when populace under severe duress re: instigated by pathologically belligerent, ill mannered, rude... president whose sets abhorrent precedence, whereby people of nation follow suit, yet this concomformist only hopes to affect positive within world at large.

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Aug 9, 2019

Aug 9, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Beyond the mourning of bereavement

(dashed off upon learning untimely demise regarding prosperous family, whose small plane crashed. about half dozen years ago, they lived ~ three doors down from us.) No words can assuage the deep sorrow, this once upon a time neighbor (I lived at 1148 Greentree Lane) experiences disbelief, numbness, shock... attendant by an irreparable loss of beloved, and vacillated how to communicate heartfelt sympathy, where words superfluous, yet... if for that challenge alone, an affinity with language spurred impulse to focus upon bountiness of joie de vivre imbibed years gone by, when every now and again chance encounters found yours truly (me) in delightful company regarding persons whose presence imbued benevolence, kindness, warmth... facilitating emotional philanthropy influenced long term positive memories to one experienced being outcast, ostracized, offensive... courtesy unfortunate series of circumstances beyond my control, which voiced unwelcome tension sabotaged reaching quality politeness displeased at unfriendly reactions reflexively, maliciously, impetuously... did little or no justice toward conflict resolution which altercations nearly, quickly did segway profoundly into unpleasant standoffs, yes bias, bigotry, bitterness begat bisel meshuga acutely aware I loathe uncouth actions regarding myself and strive to remain affable, cordial, friendly..., hence an object lesson, (albeit ex post facto) to abide by my inner integrity, ethos, doga politesse..., especially when pitted against unsavory electric acid kool aid test tis then urgently vital to remain steadfast, and figuratively turn the other cheek particularly when populace under severe duress re: instigated by pathologically belligerent, ill mannered, rude... president whose sets abhorrent precedence, whereby people of nation follow suit, yet this concomformist only hopes to affect positive within world at large.

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