The Isolated Blurt Thread III: Thread of Darkness

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i'm not seeing any festivus threads. i'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. i'm not really worrying about it, though. mainly i'm just trying to figure out why that girl always smells like fucking koolaid.
 
Just Kindled this:

How to Fight Presidents: Defending Yourself Against the Badasses Who Ran This Country

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Make no mistake: Our founding fathers were more bandanas-and-muscles than powdered-wigs-and-tea.

As a prisoner of war, Andrew Jackson walked several miles barefoot across state lines while suffering from smallpox and a serious head wound received when he refused to polish the boots of the soldiers who had taken him captive. He was thirteen years old. A few decades later, he became the first popularly elected president and served the nation, pausing briefly only to beat a would-be assassin with a cane to within an inch of his life. Theodore Roosevelt had asthma, was blind in one eye, survived multiple gunshot wounds, had only one regret (that there were no wars to fight under his presidency), and was the first U.S. president to win the Medal of Honor, which he did after he died. Faced with the choice, George Washington actually preferred the sound of bullets whizzing by his head in battle over the sound of silence.

And now these men—these hallowed leaders of the free world—want to kick your ass.

Plenty of historians can tell you which president had the most effective economic strategies, and which president helped shape our current political parties, but can any of them tell you what to do if you encounter Chester A. Arthur in a bare-knuckled boxing fight? This book will teach you how to be better, stronger, faster, and more deadly than the most powerful (and craziest) men in history. You’re welcome.​
 
Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.
Why was I born among mirrors?
The day walks in circles around me,
and the night copies me
in all its stars.
I want to live without seeing myself.
And I will dream that ants
and thistleburrs are my
leaves and my birds.
Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.

Federico García Lorca, Song of the Barren Orange Tree
 
seriously though, why the hell does a grown woman always smell like koolaid? it's mind boggling.
 
Smelling of kool-aid and/or the carrier of kool-aid is a useful aid when trying to go through brick walls or drywalls saying catchy motivational statements like "Oh Yeaaahhhh!!"
 
Wind,Rain,Fallen Trees, and Cancelled Trains Makes for a Great Day.
 
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