Friday, July 31, 2015
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Monday, July 20, 2015
Wild but in stealth
I'm in a sloppy mess.
Can't confess
But it has me stressed
I could say this
Lovely summer is being missed
All around hard knocks sound
Like a clown with a frown
Like it's a sin to grin
Right now glee is foreign
Like the first person born
But it's apparently unnecessary
Like throwing innocence in solitary
Seeking opportunity
Like a trader with mutiny
What to do I don't know
Like Edgar Allan Poe
Dreams so dark the days of late
Wandering aimlessly with 0 fate
An island paradise
I long for a slice
To close I pose
To blend with all of those
Like an owl does a mouse
Seeking a cause to espouse
From up I gaze
Down, but they say it's just a phase
Answer on @Quora by @SaurioLIF to What do you say to someone who thinks evolution is wrong because random molecules … http://t.co/cfXL0U43o2
— GillyRoze (@GillyRoze) July 7, 2015
So Recent
This was an actual game played at circuses & carnivals, mostly in celebration of "INDEPENDENCE DAY", all over America from the late 19th century well into the early 1940s. 3 balls cost them a dime to hit a grinning Black CHILD peeking through a platform painted to resemble an African jungle while the child's head appeared through the open mouth of a crocodile. This is a part of our history that you will NEVER see in any textbook or any class.
