There is an apocryphal story, a Franciscan, who loved ROME, an
AFFLICTION GIVEN TO ME MUCH LIKE Bill Clinton is a breeder of syphilis, t
hat one story was taken out by the great censor Augustus,
who as later and now with the death of Virgil, made into a chief
vizier to translate and transcribe the works of as he is mentioned
in the play A man for all Seasons the greatest of lawyers whatever
was. That at the tow ropes of Troy, to which it was them and not the
fem-my puffy Greeks that the Romans tithed themselves to, as opposed
the Iraqis to the Jews by way of a possible family annihilator being
warned off by Gabriel HERMES OF SEMITES, TO CEASE AND DESIST
KILLING HIS OWN SON FOR THE sky god who begrimed excellency
in the cirrus, that it is said
on of the first passages to go, and that couldn’t be
kept, was simply, that at the end of the Trojan war, two men who had
fight ambivalently and not as cover Greeks, always best to die a
moan, a Bill could tell you, than live off as Bidet and hope the
curia remits, that these two pre roman legionaries, the first Romans
as it were, were horrified at the large wooden horse that Homer, a
thought criminal, recalled a jewey cleverness for the earthquake
that was sty seen for eons as their gods being on the always right
side.
Well, another soldier about to boat-lift to italy said about to
escape with the still then human Aeneas who power would corrupt as
Macrobiotics and latter theater goers wouldn’t never understand, and
still human and humane enough to carry his farther down the briers,
to the nova Anatolia, Italian, that was the first new world ever
seen, the soldiers asked the other caked in blood and muck and mire
and sweat and tears and war not ever as glorious as Virgil would make
it seem and thus pay the price , see john Bolton and his bloody
discharged stuffed vomitorium us obvious, like the Jesuits thought,
pulp fiction vulgarity an anathema to DAR Hillary, like a brunette,
ah Barry’s first mistake was putting in a woman who looked too much
like a maid or a later BRIDE at Kennebunkport, get the paper bags,
Dick, OH DIDN’T KNOW YOUR PLACE,...? There are those who never
see the glory of the story of galore and blood of war, god help some,
they love it all so. ULTIMATELY being at home is a frightfully
draconian thing to do and be, and I don’t remember these lute Rhinos
being anywhere near Micheal Dukakis or Mario Cuomo or Geraldine,
or on and and the catalog of ships that George Will skuttled meanly and
prissily before his road to Demascus went through 30 Rock for its war toll,
at any moment. And, he asked the argent in a scene closer to chimes at
midnight than saving Ryan, Was it worth it,,,?, , and the embroilment
historian Virgil, more than a mere fag poet, had the Aeneid corporeal
say, giving the game away, merely a terse, pre Roman in its womb, No.
[this part written in the style as I could get to Cattilus 64, read often as a kid,
although come to think of it, like my brother said, I may be casting pearls before swine.]
I thought of this story, probably more Roman than any Greek would so like, and Augustus,
the henpecked Jupiter made sure it was taken out, too many Scorseses out there, my father
warned me of a letter allowing no admittance but an interview at Stanford, as in Italian I
was to be complimented enough, and so I still root against whatever tree the druids of the
crumbling transit portal still use. I thought of this story, as saw as did many, that when at
an imperial funeral, the two affirmative action and anti busing praetors seated there in a pew,
grumbling away about their effete imperium coming to nothing, and there was equal BILBO,
NO Marius, I must be kind, and fair, there he was telling these two idiots, hey morons,
doing his best Moe, WE MISS YOU David Steinbergh, cool it, cheese it, just shuddpa upa yew
mouth as Boris would say, its a funeral for a matriarch of Ovid' s giants of the earth, you two
f ups. A Moment of decorum among the weeds. I think you lost this election the night that NBC
pigs, so have some decorum, the night that a NBC cadre just howled it up at their Paris
olympia, so perfectly cast again, as an italian woman, who else...?, would be almost
bludgeoned to death, revealing again behind all of this was a love of violence and muck
always had by d student creeps, as sister Barbara Ann had warned me an epoch ago.
Milling towards with their own troubles at the peacock, not too black play by play men just
adoring a drag queen age called the decadence of ROMANS BY THE COLUMBUS HATING,
AND Leif Erkison adoring Bush family has always sued the left hijacking Darth and
Peppermint Patty to always SWEEP THE DUST BEHIND THE IMPERIAL, BRONZE, DOORS.
ah, the senate is crumbling, did the clowns at midnight get advised that the minstrels are so bad
that Bob Casey now shows commercials in Allegheny county that he was not an ally of BIDEN,
but was siding with TRUMP, ALL ALONG....?
As the Senate turns, and i can think of no better Roman coda than that for the happy Bellona
with all its Roman antecedents as one can always go back to the Venetian map that, as Ovid
speaks of a southern hemisphere, but then the pollacks adhere To their Copernicus. Show of a
kind of omerta was shown, as signora Fortune, as fared by him as any woman ever has been,
her spangled one piece, sequenced and bedazzled, and her wing which can at the stomp of a
medieval Italian shoe, they invested the high heel, well, they erase anyone at the imperial stage,
they flutter for thee. Sweetheart, Kammila, I'm no operative but, when New Jersey is sinking,
just do the fuking Tonight show, go to the catholic dinner, keep dickless ken doll
Barack Obamain his box, and most of all, just say a goddamn happy Columbus day.
The wolf in the church, still, is named Marius.
It was my writing of a boyhood play amid the BBC orgy
of Englishmen playing Romans and Italians from the ruins
of the shire, and that told me exactly my childhood was over
and the rejection first showed there
meant there were no more nuns left to impress without
dropping my pants,So, that was no Antony and Cleopatra in Roman drag,
in that vomitorium Roger Ebert spoke of as October, as all i know who is that
Gummadi Harris stopwatch, sorry, Stevie
he who railed against madam Pollozi that night because his overfed sister couldn't
be a house of deputies cloak room passavnate,
a video of which, that i can find no where,be though more circumspect with the
praetors will welt lie in state, as father Gore said,
as they might not big foot you as they did when you wanted to get on
that school bus, dearie, was up before Tulsa King came on.
Those are no Romans…it's Halloween.
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I have , like many, been under the ether all year, it seems. Of course i thought as a boy, where else could you be, but then i was the smart ass kid who did in fact my mother would recall just before she left, was the Jesuit adored boy who asked as a five year old, already a lover and a devotee to the untattered standard, i asked, well, to the Episcopalian who cared for a god for white trash, where indeed is the letter of saint Paul to the Germania …? Or was that a letter left to a real senator and not a mere praetorian in mere throat cutter needed vindication and the sort of redemption such always seek, cuter as i called even saints like as that horrid woman called him, without the jist, Paul of Tarsus before she dared tell us like the daily show goon how to vote her way,..then…?
My
brother went on a Sunday morning as it been hard for me to get up
lately, and he gave me a box, in it, a lower class , but new
nonetheless Acer laptop, unprodded by me, as i didn't certainly want
him to spent like 400 buckaroos on any newer machine. He playfully,
stagey, cried out loud at this , and told me to please go beg for
alms, and be careful to clean out my stigmata, as ma could say and
I've spoken lately of blood poisoning and he has perhaps heard it.
But, i was very touched and thankful as he said a familiala
devoted happy Saturnalia, and i opened the box to a chromebook i had
told him i didn't want, as still craft my fathers Italian generator
DNA, which he said was a con job and didn't live to see Stockholm
take it all away from crick, so again, we are as Italians smarter
than the average lovable dolts whats you see in cable television. or
in the case of Bobby de Nero, played king of tragedy to its bitterest
end. I suppose at least on television age Macy's it has already
become Christmas, what with some trees called Balsam already sold and
have been selling since, like my Leonid birthday.
I
opened it and had fun with it, as I am writing this on this vary
machine, but i assured him that indeed when get my regular computer
on line again, it will be his to use, to which the elder brother
,sharper and yet more romantic than i, who read Ovid in a yellow
covered sonnet booklet that, believe it or not i refused to do to go
to Georgetown, as had an inkling there were Bilbo's out there amid
the towers of JRR , and if not worse, a Barry the fairy here and
there reading the Conan's marvel Jew comics that I eschewed at least
getting that much admiration from the nuns who weaned me what kind of
boys read that drivel, and still do. I do have i thought Haloween
fatigue , worse each year without ma, as i did too try to avoid the
whole Watchmen age of comics because my pop went on a Sunday too
right before an other Roman holiday the Christers took ford their own
silk sleeves, again if not worse, as the scene the catacombs,
the rectories have been bee-hived with closets. And I did have fun
somehow with the small ish laptop, more than i thought, but saying i
was setting it up for him he made a sign as if pulling a broken arrow
out of his side. He hates my want and love of being seen as something
of a saint. At least i don't work ford a company that makes drones
and flying guillotines that can be programmed to take usually Arabs,
for eventually anyone, and tear them to ribbons all the ides of march
but alas without the Antony to cry amid the splatter, and is
certainly not shown on morning Joe. wait and upset Lucy and Desi in
the morning show…? there is a intesne love of war here that is
, my mother n outed towards the end, when she at first thought Trump
a mere NBC programming con like getting get Smart on its air, that I
must say the m ore I see of this, I think she was again as Italian
always are while Jews are always shocked, might be true.
So fatigued with Halloween as some where with Clinton and though never said with Bidey, ah the one thing he did manage to miss, really old man, Reagan comics was a ut down, but i , at least didn't expect better from you, Jove knows. After Green acres when television had dignity as have regulated all political chat shows to Ed Henry and some Stinchfeild if on, as i must wonder what went through that fat little piglets mind at A BIGGER CHECK, when after four or so years of preening hat he was a liberal , now that the trampoline was put in dry dock, how sanctimonious the pawn , much less queen on the chessboard Kamilla would not do his or the drunkards versions of the Sammy Maudlin show all those friendly fake laughs left in the bag i one saw as a boy in a novelty shoppe, which is what these heirs to Carson dared pretend they were. But then, the remote went out as it must be recharged in the back of the idle magazine , I guess, batteries are verboten i guess, but since apple does toss the money around when they have it, like somehow abortion and war being juts fine with the over fed lesbians of the Hadrian's wall, its is hard for us stupid wops to keep up, although as i have said out there , again back to my days as a wise ass, alls i know is that Kamilla the slightly more orange than Moms Whoppie would like, Kamilla the cabal rain amazon, was alleged ahead before Rocky the flying wop became yet again a mob boss in the perpetual casting of mount purgatory, i was going towards the sports show, why i am not sure,, but still stay up later now that i don't get up that early anymore lately, and instead of Pompeiani and whatever dink from fan radio he had on, it stayed stuck and out of power on Movies channel, which again, a missing ma has made me avoid , except from any Vincent Price on Svengolee and too, saw a cute brunette broad b wrought in with two queers as nosferatus, who frankly, I can do without. But instead of the Other , one of those shitty omen movies that Richard Donner did before hitting gold with Superman, that hero even on krypton there must a Plautusian Sicily, that Sly Stallone was not allowed admittance not that i hate Chris Reeve, like Lynda the personification of a comic book hero, still though, it was some of these awful same era movies in which a dark mass was going on, and blood was as ubiquitous as of course. this was showing that must have been a hammer movie as even Anglican garbage must adhere to its own integrity. I think that was one of those that the great sadder than even in that Ernie Borgnine, Marty for lord's sake was in, and all i thought about the supposed evil is that, despite homilies from the dreaded Morgan freeman or the scandium bush family, 40000 souls were not burnt to death at Masada.