the return to the blessed muse,
the vile whore who has so diseased my mind
and tortured my toenails,
the return of the said witch
has inflamed my soul
twisted my hairs and senses on end
i present to you, a beginning
from an old dear hero
A Satyre Against Mankind
john wilmot, earl of rochester
Were I (who to my cost already am
One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man)
A spirit free to choose, for my own share,
What case of flesh and blood I pleased to wear,
I’d be a dog, a monkey, or a bear,
Or anything but that vain animal,
Who is so proud of being rational.
The senses are too gross, and he’ll contrive
A sixth, to contradict the other five,
And before certain instinct, will prefer
Reason, which fifty times for one does err.
And, for all of you celebrity nuts…DING DING. Yesterday, cruising down the beach on my beach cruiser, I saw an alien posing as a movie-star.
Famous Alien Sighting for Today
I knew she was an alien because she had really big eyes and see-through skin.
Here’s a question for all you Alien lovers. Which famous alien first got The Beatles stoned?