6 Apr 2008

100 days' indulgence, 1948, Rome.

Ten Rules
for a Happy and Successful Wife

1- Avoid arguments. Your husband has his share from other sources.

2- Don't nag.

3- Don't drink or eat to excess.

4- If you offend your husband, always ask forgiveness before you retire.

5- Compliment your husband liberally. It makes him a better husband.

6- Budget wisely together. Live within your income.

7- Be sociable and go out with your husband.

8- Dress neatly and attractively for your husband, and keep your home clean and cheerful.

9- Keep your household troubles to yourself.

10- Pray together and stay together

T.J.P. 69
no. 1072 MADE IN ITALY

Nihil Obstat:
John H. Ramsey
Censor Librorum


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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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