sometimes he worked through a
bookutterly fascinated then he comes
across a passage or passages that appall him
reason
why he didnt read horror except for H P Lovecraft
on top of reading The Federalist
Papers for pleasure he read First Principles by Pulitzer Wurlitzer couldnt help himself Prize winner Thomas E Ricks
the book is about “:What America’s
Founders Learned from the Greeks and Romans and How that Shaped Our Country” gotta learn from someone
because he didnt have a mentor books took on that
awesome responsibility
the reality was
there wasnt someone he
could throw in behind
he usually looked over his shoulderbehind
himself when he needed help anhe found
he was at his backhad his back an lined up behind him were more and more
hims as many as he might need
that comforted him when he admitted it others called it cold comfort Aww he was happy they enjoyed cohortswas sofucking
happy for them that they had friends stacked to the ceiling like cordwood
anpossibly as dispensable
he put the book downstepped away from it for awhile
hadnt seen the old ONE – TWO
combination coming
ancertainly not from men who intrigued him
Jefferson stepped upleaned in
“I have no body living with
me who could do it, and I am become too lazy, with the pen, and too much
attached to the plough to do it myself. I live on my horse from an early
breakfast to a late dinner, and very often after that till dark. This occasions
me to be in great arrears in my pen-work.”
he observed at one point his farm
was producing sufficient potatoes and clover “to feed every animal on my farm
except my negroes.”
JESUS
TWO Maximilien Robespierre came on swinging
the leader of the French radicals who claimed his group was motivated by virtue
"If the basis of
popular government in peacetime is virtue, the basis of popular government
during a revolution is both virtue and terror; virtue, without terror is
baneful; terror, without which virtue is powerless. Terror is nothing more than
speedy, severe and inflexible justice; it is thus an emanation of virtue.”
he blew his cookies
FUCKED UP
Whawere they thinking
he could imagine wry
grins on their faces perhaps they conspired
to sicken some one twohunred years later
no small feat
1234, Twosday,
25 5. 21
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