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5 hours ago @ Wonkville - Sports News · 2 replies · +5 points

News You Can Use!

5 days ago @ Wonkville - Om krisen eller kriget... · 1 reply · +2 points

There's a part of me that wants some context here. But most of me just wants to enjoy it.

6 days ago @ Wonkville - Om krisen eller kriget... · 0 replies · +8 points

Even the Ninnis are girding their loins.

2 weeks ago @ Wonkville - JFC, 'Tosa · 1 reply · +7 points

'Tosa's full of racist white folks, the children & grandchildren of white Milwaukeeans who fled the city during the white flight days. It's almost as bad as 'Stallis. (West Allis)

2 weeks ago @ Wonkville - Local Man Has Thought,... · 0 replies · +5 points

"AZ frightens me." Brother, you don't have the time.

3 weeks ago @ Wonkville - Medical report · 0 replies · +3 points

There's a lady I know.... wait, there's a lady I work with (temporarily, thank the stars) who, daily, sounds as though she coughs up a lung. Perhaps she has hydra lungs? Not sure. One afternoon I heard her say to another coworker, "See you in the morn- [HACKCOUGHHACH] morning. Better have [HACKHACKHACKHACKCOUGHWHEEZECOUGH] a smile [HACK] on your face!" And the tone was so mournful I felt like no one would ever have a smile on his or her face ever again.

This has been an indulgent report on what passes for life while keying data entry at the AZ Dept o'Revenue.

3 weeks ago @ Wonkville - Alas, poor 16! · 1 reply · +7 points

Life's a trap door, then we die.

3 weeks ago @ Wonkville - This is the way poetry... · 0 replies · +6 points

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

3 weeks ago @ Wonkville - This is the way poetry... · 0 replies · +5 points