democracy fell apart
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
sucks to be us
so who won the hubcap this year ???
that’s what I wanna know
I’m as okay as I can be, but I don’t have the time I used to have
I don’t think I’m supposed to talk about it, but I’m still fightin
I get time to read on occasion, and I’m glad you’re doin what you do
PS: I think the Jets have shot their wad (when Palamalu play the stillers don’t lose) but I’m still on the bandwagon