Title: Today and Yesterday Source:
Esso/Pacman/Cap'n Brandon URL Source:http://freedom4um.com Published:Apr 4, 2022 Author:Cap'n Brandon Post Date:2022-04-04 06:08:18 by Esso Keywords:None Views:93 Comments:2
TODAY:
YESTERDAY:
Poster Comment:
I was thinking about my Godson and his daughter. I love them both dearly. The Squirt is probably in 5th grade, Dad is keeping her at home remote to protect her and monitor her curriculum.
I'm also thinking about a gal, Pam, nickname Punk, that I spent fifteen years in every shithole we were sent to. I quit in 1995, the last time I saw Punk in 2006, she looked worse than my mother at 89 in 2014 when I had her put to sleep at hospice. Pam expired in 2008, she was 55 or I was 55 I don't remember. Punk was ten years older than me.
I dunno, then and now. What is right, what is wrong? Like Buddy says, "Is it falling apart, or is it falling together?" It's hard to tell.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
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Miles to go, indeed. I'm so fuckin' tired. My little horse McMurphy that I fed dewormer for a week because she was afraid of MDs My little horse, the nurse. - Esso
“The most terrifying force of death comes from the hands of Men who wanted to be left Alone. TRUE TERROR will arrive at these people’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy… but it will fall upon the deaf ears of the Men who just wanted to be left alone.”