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oil on paper
industrial-grade nincompoopery
Guido P., upon reading that The Cruel Virgin Express is shutting down, bulldozes his way into the emporium's Executive Offices and demands an explanation.
The busy staff is underwhelmed and decides to up the ante and directs the bereaved man to the Enemy of the Republic's Executive Assistants Chambers and its presiding Chief Executive Assistant To the Enemy of the Republic.
A vigorous tete-a-tete ensues with the Cruel Virgin's Chief Executive Assistant, Miss Extreme-Unction, advising Guido P., the much anguished but concerned internet lurker:
"Dear sir, the Enemy of the Republic shall not see you. She did instruct me to ask you, verbatim:
'Mr. Guido P., what part of the Message is it you do not understand?'"
A gathering background rabble of internet lurkers murmur amongst themselves .
To read the message go here:
http://elcollage.blogspot.com/2008/01/curious-people.html#links
"The Lamb"
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Little Lamb I'll tell thee,Little Lamb I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
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"The Tyger"
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
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And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
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What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
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When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
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Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
did he say "thank you all for coming out"?
Hillary reminds me of a haughty older sister that knows what is good for me, whether I like it or not.
Her blog rocks! This caricature is my first try in this kind of image-making and it is still in progress.
His last post is the essence of human decency. He went to bed with a headache. Suddenly, in his sleep, left this world on March 28. http://professorofallthatisunnecessary.blogspot.com/