October 26, 2005

• Some quotes from my brother:

  To me:You sir, are a hat bandit
  To our mother: pimps dont wear cowboy hats unless they are going to ride someone like a buckaroo
  To himself: huzzah! i am now a hatful pimp

  and now, a poem by Abraham Cowley:

  The thirsty earth sucks up the rain
  and drinks and gapes for drink again;
  the plants suck in the earth and are
  with constant drinking, fresh and fair;
  the sea itself (which one should think
  should have but little need of drink)
  drinks twice ten thousand rivers up
  so filled that they o’erflow the cup
  the busy sun (and one would guess
  by’s drunken fiery face no less)
  drinks up the sea, and when he’s done
  the moon and stars drink up the sun:
  they drink and dance by their own light,
  they drink and revel all the night
  nothing in nature’s sober found,
  but an eternal health goes round.
  fill up the bowl, then, fill it high!
  fill all the glasses there-for why
  should every creature drink but I?
  why, man of morals, tell me why?

  And so commences my vacation

  -J

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