The lone star state is almost alone in being so easy on guns but so hard on beer. Maybe that’s a good idea, although I doubt that it was considered in that way. I think the Lone Stars are doing Gods work in holding both points on this star so brightly.
Category: webionaire
the old webionaire posts. also, new ones that would have been home there
For Nothing Changes
In the whirl of a world, we stumble across specialties and places that cater to them. Places on the net that become local pools of politics, paradigms and philosophies. Many more, if counted, than could be found in Oxford-Stanford-Detroit-Ford. If we count them. If we speak in numbers. Do they make more or don’t they merely seem to be more.
One of those ponds I happened upon is a forum for digital photographers. They spend their time in focal length and pixel depth. Not that interesting, but there was a time. One that none of them would understand was when I wrote this, which became a very much bigger product. Which I suppose turned into something even more….
main(argc, argv)
char **argv;
{ int i;
src[CUROLD].pix = (unsigned char **) Emalloc(DEF_Y * sizeof(unsigned char *));
… and it goes on…
but nothing changes. Even though it always seems to.
and my point is only to point you to this, which has its own reasons for being interesting to me…
I am just a dreamer, but then you are just a dream– someone singing from long ago...
I Smell It Coming
All the strangers are marching. A gathering is happening. Passing you the lift their arms.
All the strangers with their armbands, marching.
And in the distance. Not so far away. There is a glowing, ahead of this great flowing.
There are great embers flying past your head. Feel the heat from the grand crowd.
Close enough now to smell what is burning. The embers. The fire. Not Tea, but books.
Welcome to the bonfire.
Time to pass out the arm bands and learn to march.
The Tea Party has arrived to take over america.
the arm band band is pounding

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