Being a collection of doggerel, verse, stories, politics, historical essays, satire, poetry, jokes, pictures and whatever else I damn well please on a variety of interesting (or otherwise) subjects.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Sometimes, when I'm bored...


Sometimes, when I'm bored, I go to a blog written in the Turkish language and let google translate it into English as ersatz "beat" poetry. Here's an example from the
tari eluch blog:

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I do not have the beauty of life as well. Blood ourselves. Do not let your eyes like that despite everything,''balderdash''clauses. I do not have the beauty of life as well. Just nice to have our side of the people we love. If there is, of course. If Nanay. Then go throw yourself down atakuleden.

Fortunately my favorite specimen is a little man. Sometimes drool, and out of work and love of crap I've been turned into a butterfly, or even why I'm willing to be keko this specimen of human being there.
Anyway, without much love pıtırcığı my blog and fill in the appropriate user manual would like to vah'larla ah'larla.
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Some languages translate well, but Turkish is apparently not one of them. I can rarely get even the vaguest idea what she's talking about. She posts some interesting pictures though, so I close my eyes and imagine the room dense with cigarette smoke and the walls vibrating to the sound of bongo drums and I read the translation.

Some folks are easily entertained, I guess...

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Nick Vujicic


If I ever get to feeling sorry for myself, I'll come back and watch this again:

Monday, May 10, 2010

No Time for Talkin' Left



When will the lovers heed the Master's cry?
The bell has rung; the time has come to start.
No time for talkin' left, it's do or die!

Together we provide the means whereby,
The plan of God reveals its holy art.
When will the lovers heed the Master's cry?

Our mighty task, then, no one can deny,
For each of us must take his chosen part,
No time for talkin' left, it's do or die!

This errant mankind soon must need apply,
All that this vital wisdom may impart,
When will the lovers heed the Master's cry?

And thus, His sweet defenders' task, thereby,
Unfurled, is written bold on history's chart.
No time for talkin' left, it's do or die!

At last the time has come for us to fly,
Unseal the holy tablet of your heart.
When will the lovers heed the Master's cry?
No time for talkin' left, it's do or die!