They found the old soldier only two blocks away. Heart attack, I suppose. Maybe the cold. I gave him half a bottle of bourbon once. He winked at me but dutifully stood up to sing ‘Dixie’ off key. His limp left kept extraordinarily good time. And today’s newspaper says he served twenty for rape.

I had an interesting discussion with my friend the other day, and the subject, in broad, was religion. As it has been a while since our friendly debate, as we focused rather desultorily, and sometimes heatedly, on many specific premises and conclusions that were connected to the subject with varying degrees of relevancy, and as my head is now completely clouded with a nasty cold (I shall not mention burning eyes or headaches), I find it quite the challenge to summarize, without oversimplification, our central point of contention. The task is further complicated by a strong temptation to interpret my friend’s point of view - or at least what I think is his point of view - to my own advantage. One way for me to rise to this occasion is to warn my reader; and, having done so above, I now proceed to the synopsis. Here it is in question form.

“Can religion be the primary cause for violence in a large body of men, or is its sphere of influence as a causal agent limited to individuals and small groups so that, when considering a mass, it can only be a catalyst, a secondary agent, or an added on excuse to other primary causes like economic ones?”

I am interested in what you have to say on this subject, but not in collecting polls on the issue. I would therefore much appreciate it if you substantiate any position you take. Thank you

Honest to god, I cannot focus on anything today. Shutter speed, I hardly know, her nimble nail cracked finger forgot to set; and in writing to you, I must fess, I feel as safely exposed as my wanton but not so very ambling darling dandelion. Darling as the dear nymphet is so easy to please – never mind my bed of pale fire, dear worm, you had me at Soufflé.

But why lionize the tooth fairy, you ask? Truth be fairly told, apart from the hinted irony, at which you might speedily shudder for the mess and flashy fuss I have made over it, I am, though willing, unable to pinpoint anything else because, honest to god, I cannot focus on anything today.

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SuperEgo has started horsin posting but you Kan't commendtunless you get what Schizm42 calls in correctly a 'stupid MySpace' account. So, my dear fwiends, womans, and cunttymen, here, in this small unseamly blog I porpoise to attempt in prose what Charles couldn't even dream of dicking around with. I am going to allbemeself rePresent my entire reauO!der ship. Yes, thats right laddies and gentle Woe hoe Oh men, Phony bonny is going to quoth in glob and strike singular (as if they isn’t already) the marjorinity of mine dweeders. It is a PR wet dream shooting out of a box. Upjut! Beat this Shakey!

II

It has been raining all morning.

Limericks

I don’t seem to be good with limericks.

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