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  • Ricardo Thripp (7/28/2014 3:36:00 PM) Post reply

    When plagued with lice I can't pick the nits in similar fashion twice
    Better it is to eat a mouse than to be slaughtered by Gangland mice
    Lurid are the temptresses of Cebu who rake over those they entice
    Once I crap out useless'll be rendered Ma's pimple-popping advice
    Chicken excreta fertilizes crops, chicken meat goes well with rice
    Spunky chicks bounce a lot as flowers make the crudest grave nice
    Philippine shoreline makes Florida look like a box of stinking shit
    Reeking from the rafters like dead bats near an uncovered burial pit
    One need not bite into a hydrophobic vampire bat to be rabidly bit
    Lil' girlie mine: A gift is free. It's not a gift if there's a charge for it


    The U.S. govt. sacrificed 3,000 soldiers at Pearl Harbor in 1941 to the Empire of Japan; the U.S. govt. poisons and adulterates our water with the waste products sodium fluoride and the blood intoxicant known as lithium (as well as innumerable heavy metals and pesticides) . The U.S. govt. clouds the skies with aluminum oxide and barium salt.

    In the words of David Bowie: " This ain't rock & roll, this is genocide! " INTERNATIONAL PHYSICIANS FOR THE PREVENTION OF NUCLEAR WAR: NEW DELHI, INDIA, FEB.29, MAR.1-2,2004: 500 tons of D.U. munitions have been dispensed in Afghanistan. Prof. Yagasaki calculated that 800 tons is the atomicity equivalent to 83,000 Nagasaki bombs. The amount of D.U. used in Iraq in 2003 is equivalent to 250,000 Nagasaki bombs


    THRIPP, RICHARD
    Along the Far Climb Down
    Ormond Beach, FL, Richard Thripp.2008. Soft Cover,8vo.96p. Experimental fiction, hand numbered as 704 of 5336, and the copyright date is also handwritten. In glossy photographic wraps. No noticeable wear to wraps or pages, sound binding. Fine.
    - The Book Bin, Inc. - Salem
    Book number: 064497
    USD 18.00 [Appr.: EURO 14 | £UK 11.5 | JP¥ 1380]

  • Ricardo Thripp (7/28/2014 3:26:00 PM) Post reply

    Concerning crimes of homosexuals:
    Homosexual rape is the most prevalent sex-crime in the U.S.

    From:
    FEMINISTE
    [In defense of the sanctimonious women's studies set.]
    In January, prodded in part by outrage over a series of articles in the 'New York Review of Books, ' the Justice Department finally released an estimate of the prevalence of sexual abuse in penitentiaries. The reliance on filed complaints appeared to understate the problem. For 2008, for example, the government had previously tallied 935 confirmed instances of sexual abuse. After asking around, and performing some calculations, the Justice Department came up with a new number: 216,000. That’s 216,000 victims, not instances. These victims are often assaulted multiple times over the course of the year. The Justice Department now seems to be saying that prison rape accounted for the majority of all rapes committed in the U.S. in 2008, likely making the United States the first country in the history of the world to count more rapes for men than for women.



    If they are inbred & fugly their personages're self-proclaimed royal
    With work ethics precluding arduous tasks & chores smacking toil
    Be it wick-dipping lamp-black with fluffy boy or quasi-pseudo goil
    Few mysteries & common pranks satisfy what commonplace joy'll
    Philly mamas must be told of the infective Dalkon Shield and coil
    Hope is obliterated amongst those defeating timely endeavors loyal
    Ships' shit-houses are known as heads & their kitchens are galleys
    Ameri-daddies must impress kiddies to stop selling asses in alleys
    or be resigned to romancing unrepentant herds of homosexy jailees
    The F.B.I.'s numbers are in & fags lead queers in rapes by all tallies
    front-side backward to backside oblong he loses who shilly-shallies

  • Ricardo Thripp (7/28/2014 3:08:00 PM) Post reply

    'Space Ship Sappy' transported Moe, Larry & Joe to dizzier heights
    as 'Outer Space Jitters' let us deny niggers radical lunchroom rights
    'Flying Saucer Daffy' was Chicklet's dilemma of being made nights
    by Beau in 'Report to the Commissioner' who kept her in gun sights
    Surely Hell Fire Club member Ben Franklin got zapped flying kites
    & imbibing blood, dismembering corpses & tango dancing in tights
    whilst porking sheep & introducing pathogens into rabid dog bites??


    Fr. World Future Fund: The Death Toll in the Philippines during the Spanish-American War of 1898: The overall cost in human lives of American actions in the Philippines was horrific. One scholar has concluded concerning the American occupation that " In the fifteen years that followed the defeat of the Spanish in Manila Bay in 1898, more Filipinos were killed by U.S. forces than by the Spanish in 300 years of colonization. Over 1.5 million died out of a total population of 6 million." ?

    No H.I.V. virus has ever been proven to exist.... A.I.D.S. is not a new disease, but a collection of old diseases renamed, and that the real threat to the public's health are the worthless H.I.V. tests and toxic H.I.V./A.I.D.S. drugs. (1992 first ed.) 'Vaccines Are Dangerous: A Warning to the Black Community' by Curtis Cost

    " It is commonly believed that man will fly directly from the Earth to the Moon, but to do this we would require a vehicle of such gigantic proportions that it would prove an economic impossibility. Calculations have been carefully worked out on the type of vehicle we would need for the non-stop flight from the Earth to the Moon and to return. The figures speak for themselves: Three rockets would be necessary, each rocket ship would be taller than the Empire State building (1,250 feet) and weigh about 10 times the tonnage of the Queen Mary, or some 800,000 tons." - Werhner von Braun?

  • Ricardo Thripp (7/28/2014 3:02:00 PM) Post reply

    It's societally suicidal to empower perverts by legalizing perversion
    Humping great-granny to spite grandma is grand criminal diversion
    Burning Bibles while wolfing salted pork ain't religious conversion
    Napalming Fallujahan infants is a prosecutable war crime incursion


    B.B.C. news article: " ...Bin Laden left Saudi Arabia in 1979 to fight against the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan. The Afghan jihad was backed with American dollars and had the blessing of the governments of Saudi Arabia and Pakistan. He received security training from the C.I.A. itself."


    Race-baiter Nadine Gordimer NEVER denounced convicted child murderer Winnie Mandela, nor did she remove her support for terrorist Nelson Mandela whose organization specialized in bombing railway stations & open-air markets. Indeed, Amnesty International NEVER petitioned for Nelson Mandela's release as Mandela (who pled guilty to 156 acts of public violence) refused to denounce the mindless bomb attacks against families that his organization [Umkhonto we Sizwe ~ abbreviated as M.K., Zulu for " Spear of the Nation" ] practiced.


    " The truth is, there is no Islamic army or terrorist group called Al Qaida. And any informed intelligence officer knows this. But there is a propaganda campaign to make the public believe in the presence of an identified entity representing the 'devil' only in order to drive the TV watcher to accept a unified international leadership for a war against terrorism. The country behind this propaganda is the U.S." - British Foreign Secretary Robin Cook

  • Ricardo Thripp (7/28/2014 2:35:00 PM) Post reply

    That strange hat wore by Arab Turks and inland Orientals is the fez
    Rarely does a homosexual woman sport 1 when she's doing the lez
    Logically when the hat is worn by a certifiable or approved lesbian
    it could be referred to as a perverted, tasseled kepi cap or a fezbian
    Unlike the crapped-out Lou Reed no dyke is “waiting for the man”
    She is doubtlessly awaiting something totally un-Robert F. Mandan
    In the tea leaves she reads: sponge cake's sometimes known as flan
    Marcia's fine & Cindy's fair yet I'd rather have their blind sister Jan
    during recess on a settee, davenport, couch, love seat, sofa or divan
    as she's blue-eyed, blonde, spunky, plucky, law-abiding, sexy & tan
    Time is of the essence as 2nd chicky Jan lives a shrinking lifespan
    In the toilet, thru a window, up a tree, or in the burrow of one mole
    I will love Jan on a swing, under a bridge, or atop a telephone pole
    She can be mocking masons, churning butter or manning a garrison
    castigating firemen, granting credit or singing like George Harrison
    With my sweet baby it is better sooner than later that we share a sin
    In gay Frisco, a bloody injury to bath-house neophytes is tear-a-bun
    as it seems nigh onto impossible to force flitty bathers to fear a gun
    By '75, for supervisor, creamy Harvey Milk wasn't too queer to run
    as the untiring work of the evil homosexual coalition is never done
    I can't fry in cold temperatures nor freeze in steel ovens locked shut
    nor hold beer in a ten-month gestation of one swollen, pregnant gut
    Innumerable banking trials require holders to fiscally dare deposit
    no differently than Leafy Majors conquered model Farrah Fawcett
    Caress my tits tenderly as my lungs are a barbeque pit of hot desire
    that engulf my hull in gasoline flames like a fireman afraid to retire
    Blue babies need immediate revival as their hope is to again respire
    A baby-blue baby is church-mouse quiet and predictably not a crier
    and no more disruptive in lifeless form than brain-dead Talia Shire
    Alice walks unsteadily from much Chianti this drunk, knobby lady
    She's in no condition to answer the needs of teener Bobby F. Brady
    Butcher Sam Franklin (Allan Melville) might find the affair shady
    In the vein of Hooterville merchant Sam Drucker, actor Frank Cady
    If the river is too deep to ford you can go upstream where it's wady

    J.F.K. CASE CLOSED! François Duvalier (1907 - 71) , also known as Papa Doc, dictator of Haiti from 1957 to 1971, admitted that he assassinated President Kennedy with a voodoo curse. [Vodouisants in the service of Bon Dye have no need of the Detroit Partnership.]

    Marriage (to marinate; to meld) therefore, in this neo-hippie nation as a matter of RIGHT, must be equated to group-marriage (plural, polygamous) , bestial, necrophiliac, cannibalistic & incestuous unions. Here we have a brave, new world. A departed person can will themselves into matrimony. Groups may wed & intermarry too. In other words: when marriage (meld, mix) is all-inclusive it is without purpose/without standing.

  • Ricardo Thripp (7/28/2014 2:30:00 PM) Post reply

    She was as homely as CAROLINE KENNEDY
    She could do as many as eight men a day
    Her snatch was a purse snapped shut
    Her mother was Rosemary, Boston's municipal slut
    She plied her trade beneath the bridge
    sundown till Sunday she sold her ass
    in reverence to the Latin sermons of morning Mass
    She was as emaciated as Maria F. Shriver
    A free-clinic patient & muff-diver
    Brittle bones in shoe leather
    Open all night regardless of weather
    These Johnny tricks never fail
    to rack her up substantial bail
    Into the night life she's Bob Dylan
    All lit up on penicillin
    A poke and a slap
    Hardly counts from Milton F. Shapp
    Into the sap as we live & breathe
    About the alleys and across the streets
    A tart in drag, a whore in sheets
    She's Barbara F. Walters waiting for bait
    being threaded by niggers as that's her fate
    What has she done with the pigs she's shown,
    but something, something involving bone?
    Into the winter with her ass withstanding
    post-autumnal blows from truck-drivers
    till Christmas rears its ugly head on the twenty-fifth
    Let's all love each other and not be vulgarians
    And dress in bikinis our trim septuagenarians
    When Judgment comes, as God wills it should
    we don't wanna be in the park trimming wood


    Presidents of the U.S. BEFORE George Washington:
    Samuel Huntington (Mar.1 – July 9,1781)
    Thomas McKean (July 10 – Nov.4,1781)
    John Hanson (Nov.5,1781– Nov.3,1782)
    Elias Boudinot (Nov.4,1782 – Nov.2,1783)
    Thomas Mifflin (Nov.3,1783– Oct.31,1784)
    Richard Henry Lee (Nov.30,1784 – Nov.6,1785)
    John Hancock (Nov.23,1785 – May 29,1786)
    Nathaniel Gorham (June 6 – Nov.5,1786)
    Arthur St. Clair (Feb.2 – Nov.4,1787)
    Cyrus Griffin (Jan.22 – Nov.2,1788)

  • ...- - -... (7/28/2014 12:56:00 PM) Post reply

    Spring and All [By the road to the contagious hospital]

    William Carlos Williams,1883 - 1963



    By the road to the contagious hospital
    under the surge of the blue
    mottled clouds driven from the
    northeast-a cold wind. Beyond, the
    waste of broad, muddy fields
    brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen

    patches of standing water
    the scattering of tall trees

    All along the road the reddish
    purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
    stuff of bushes and small trees
    with dead, brown leaves under them
    leafless vines-

    Lifeless in appearance, sluggish
    dazed spring approaches-

    They enter the new world naked,
    cold, uncertain of all
    save that they enter. All about them
    the cold, familiar wind-

    Now the grass, tomorrow
    the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf
    One by one objects are defined-
    It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf


    But now the stark dignity of
    entrance-Still, the profound change
    has come upon them: rooted, they
    grip down and begin to awaken

  • Jefferson Carter (7/28/2014 12:53:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Following is an interesting exchange between me and Lamont about this poem i posted on Facebook:


    CHAIR-DANCE

    I blame “Bitches Brew, ” the live version,
    Miles selling out quicker than a sonofabitch
    to the rock crowd & its love of noise.

    After four beers, I steer out of the parking garage,
    chair-dancing to what the liner notes call
    “extraterrestrial Dixieland” & somehow run

    a stop sign. At least that’s what the motorcycle cop
    tells me as I hand him my driver’s license.
    He looks about thirteen, his little face peering out
    from under the visor of the gold helmet.

    I’m glad my wife never uses clichés, never says
    if life gives you lemons, make lemonade
    or every cloud has a silver lining.

    She does believe young cops target old drivers,
    an ageist conspiracy that needs exposing.
    She got a speeding ticket last week
    & swears the traffic cop wore his cap backwards.

    But every cloud has a silver lining.
    We’ll attend Defensive Driving School, bonding
    together as all us oldies raise our hands
    when the instructor asks, “How many of you
    here consider yourselves excellent drivers?”


    Lamont Palmer: I enjoyed that JC. However, as I read it I wondered why (as I do with most of your poems) with such a strong narrative voice and wit, you don't write short stories or essay pieces. Characterizing your work as 'poetry' or verse, seems to be not getting the maximum mileage out of it. If Salinger had chopped up his work into lines and submitted it to lit mags, instead of fleshing them out into fiction, we'd never have heard of him.

    Jefferson Carter: Lamont, yer like a blender, grinding up all these various undefined concepts into one unpalatable mess! For example, " fleshing them out into fiction" has what to do with poetry, verse, or prose?Fiction means made-up, yes?

    Writing short prose fiction doesn't interest me. I believe, for whatever reasons, all of us set up challenges to overcome and be stimulated by—mine is to " heighten" as much as I can deliberately " prosaic, " vernacular, conversational language. Without losing the conversational tone and drift, I do try to " poeticize" with figurative language (lines 2,9 and 10) , expressive line and stanza breaks (lines 6-7) , a little alliterative music (line 1) , and internal rhyme (line 4) . Salinger had little use for these last three devices in his prose. Just admit it, Lamont: you don't like the plain voice in poetry.

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    • Lamont Palmer (7/28/2014 2:28:00 PM) Post reply

      Notice I didn't return to reply, as I saw you were getting all snippy over it. -LP

  • Tony Adah (7/28/2014 11:01:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I am thinking
    About myself
    I am thinking
    About other people
    I am remembering something
    I am thinking
    About the world
    I want to tone it:
    Earth, man, animal, water, fire, air etc
    And all toward perfection
    Or put them in their right
    Places of interaction.
    I want to in all these
    Make me and other men happy
    Sum up all these
    And make them
    The reason for poetry.

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    • Jefferson Carter (7/28/2014 1:09:00 PM) Post reply

      Tony, you want to " tone" the world? As in make it like Tony? Huh? Time for some ESL help! ! And why not mention women while you're busy " toning" the world?

  • Ricardo Thripp (7/28/2014 5:18:00 AM) Post reply

    No one needs to throw a conniption fit as aspartame is microbe shit
    Cucumbers make pickles fit & really not so much the dull end of it
    After softer pate bones meld, the whole skull will presumably knit
    not unlike a beach buggy on V.W. beetle chassis from a 1-piece kit
    just as NAPA can readily get the big money strippers charge for tit,
    & topless bikini wrestling in a pool-liner lined, Jello-brand Jello pit
    lit by low light to make shadows of stripped stripper grime and grit
    Clingy goo in gobs makes mucho mas bulbous 2-tiny-titty-tit knobs
    denying aficionados of aureolae & mammae 2-hooter-spotting jobs
    in a skin market made to lure lonely, bug-eyed, badly-dressed slobs
    who group group-wise as do groupie grouplets grouping into mobs
    The chick with saline sacks is the boob robber as each salt bag robs
    ta-ta soldiers of swelling experiences gawking at undulating glands
    or: nipple doodlers of their manful task of appraising udder glands
    and whatever sways their way as fringe benefits & illegal demands

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