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“I
ceased to pursue
a train of thought which promised to
lead to morbid depths, and directed my attention to what Smith was saying.”
Note: Creepy what's that or providential optimism pivot? Who knows? Something’s happening here, what it is ain't exactly clear. Happy New Year!
Text: Sax Rohmer, The
Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu, 1913.
Hawkwind:
Silver Machine (Top Of The Pops) (Link)
Dear brother robin this comes from us all
With our kind love and
could Gip write
and all
Though but a dog he'd
have his love
to spare
For still he knows and by your corner chair
The moment he comes in he
lyes him down
and seems to fancy
you are in the town.
This leaves us well
in health thank God
for that
For old acquaintance
Sue has kept your
hat
Which mother brushes ere she lays it bye
and every sunday
goes upstairs to cry
Jane still is yours till you come back agen
and neer so much as
dances with
the men
and ned the woodman
every week
comes in
and asks about you
kindly as
our kin
and he with
this and goody Thompson
sends
Remembrances with those of all our friends
Father with us sends
love untill
he hears
and mother she
has nothing but
her tears
Yet wishes you like us in health the same
and longs to see a letter with your name
So loving brother
don't forget
to write
Old Gip lies on the hearth stone every night
Mother can't bear to turn
him out
of doors
and never noises now of dirty floors
Father will laugh
but lets her
have her way
and Gip for kindness get a
double pay
So Robin write and let us quickly see
You don't forget old friends no more than we
Nor let my mother have
so much
to blame
To go three journeys
ere your letter
came.
Oh!
Sweet Nuthin' -- Velvet Underground (Live
Link) (Encore Presentation!)
Cat Journeys 200 Miles To Get Home, Baffling Scientists (Link)
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