An Ode...

I awake and I lay here & ponder O'er the mass that is growing down yonder I can't help but think Of what's in my stink That when it's gone I'll be nothing but fonder

Well Meant, Poorly Met.

After prayerful counsel with Our Lord & Savior Jesus Christ, et al, it has been confirmed to me that the #massinmyass was not put there or allowed to grow by Jesus & Co to teach me humility or give me a tender heart towards vegetarians…
Nelson Mandela at his jail window


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Invictus BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY Out of the night that covers me,       Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be       For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance       I…