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THURSDAY (6/11/09)

Gunman kills guard at U.S. Holocaust Museum
No. I can’t imagine the foul deed set between this dog’s teeth leaning awkwardly against death’s unbending carry. There must be something- illusory power tethering murder? An unplumbed urge sitting in some bar with an open tab? Something that has nothing to do with killing a human being. There are other dogs howling his name, should we be alarmed? Yes.


Iran's president attacks election rivals
There’s something quaint about this story. Something evocative in its promenade, swagger if you will.

U.N. powers agree on draft North Korea sanctions
Hideous grins loom over the collapsing facade each with its own face, its own scheme, enclosure. Pin the beast down… brand a sneer upon mad lips.

A Fixture on the Supremacist Fringe
Your rambling, unbearable descent into artful madness followed hard upon your terribly ordinary yet dreadfully mad, compulsive mind, found you to be altogether artless when all was said and done.

Holocaust shooter was big fan of Sarah Palin by Gryphen of The Immoral Minority
This is the oven your grandmother baked with all of her life. She spent every day here… just baking, baking and baking.

Where did grandma get such a frightfully big oven, Mama?

She could not say. She would not say. She thought, Sears? JC Penny? Wal-Mart? K-Mart? Auschwitz? It was her job, dear, baking. She baked everything. She’d’ve baked your grandfather had she known what he’d do.

At least 9 dead in Pakistani hotel blast
The living will and must one day join the dead. Terror will and must discover its own way out. But, only this am I sure of- nothing lasts.

Nearby Star May Be Getting Ready to Explode
We still had doorways filled with the hungry, air choked gasoline cars and unbuttoned wars when the sun exploded. A sight to behold.


© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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