International Violence Some Sort Of Unresolved Freudian Thing
Troops of horsemen
Columned soldiers
Fleets of ships
The foulest splendor the harsh earth can belch up
Rewrite Sappho the clown
In Death evil clowns are left to lie
And no one will remember them
At all
In all the days yet to come
They have had no share of wine or roses
From this world their ghosts expelled
Roam amoung the broken and strengthless dead
In Hell they will be ignored
If you can't think of anything funny to say - show you're nuts.
- Litotes The Clown
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every action and pursuit, is thought to aim at some good; for that reason the good has rightly been declared to be that at which all things aim
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