Authors are sometimes like tomcats: They distrust all the other toms but they are kind to kittens.
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Kitten Intro
Theres something coming. theres a new car on the horizon. its coming very slowly. it makes a noise. it has kittens painted all over it. with a new kind of fur. cleaner, but with a unique smel
T, one of these kittens is not prepared to have a good time. it stands alone. away from the crowd. its your kind of kitten. now the time has come to climb into that car and to shake the paw of
Ny.
No... no... they might be giants are not satanists. they are not posing as an easy-listening nazi rock band trying to lure intellectuals into believing what they already know to be true. no. lis
O the sound of my voice. put away your big blue cigars. and make way... yes, make way, ladies and gentlemen... for they might be giants!
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The idea of copyright did not exist in ancient times, when authors frequently copied other authors at length in works of non-fiction. This practice was useful, and is the only way many authors' works have survived even in part.
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Kittens Got Claws
(coverdale/vandenberg)
Walking down the street
Youre the center of my universe
You got the world in your pocket,
My manhood in your purse
You aint a bad girl, honey,
No matter what the neighbours say,
Its just that you were those skin-tight dresses
With your g-string tuned to a
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
Heaven sent, youre an angel dressed in black,
Cool, stiletto strut, youre a drop jaw cardiac
Youre the genuine, feline, prettiest girl Ive ever seen,
With your thief of hearts smile
Youre a certified pleasure machine
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
Dressed to kill in diamonds and fur,
You get what you want
With your pussy cat purr
But, the kittens got claws,
Shell tear your heart out
The kittens got claws,
Shell scratch your back
The kittens got claws
Shell tease an please you
The kittens got claws,
Shes a heart attack
You treat me good,
Sometimes you treat me bad,
But, keep it up, honey,
Youre the best time Ive ever had
No matter what you put me through I must confess,
Oh, you got more style than a brand new xjs
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
Dressed to kill in diamonds and fur,
You get what you want
With your pussy cat purr
But, the kittens got claws,
Shell tear your heart out
The kittens got claws,
Shell scratch your back
The kittens got claws,
Shell tease an please you
The kittens got claws,
Shes a heart attack...
Walking down the street
Youre the center of my universe
You got the world in your pocket,
My manhood in your purse
I know you aint a bad girl, honey,
No matter what the neighbours say,
Its just that you were those skin-tight dresses
With your g-string tuned to a
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
Dressed to kill in diamonds and fur,
You get what you want
With your pussy cat purr
But, the kittens got claws,
Shell tear your heart out
The kittens got claws,
Shell scratch your back
The kittens got claws,
Shell tease an please you
The kittens got claws,
Shell blow your stack
The kittens got claws,
Shell tear your heart out
The kittens got claws,
Shell scratch your back
The kittens got claws,
Shell tease an please you
The kittens got claws,
Shes a heart attack...
You scratch my back, baby,
An Ill scratch yours...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Tiger Among Kittens
endangered
and dangerous
you remind me of
a tiger among kittens
one of a kind
but not weird
just wandering
at a wanderless life
Let great authors have their due, as time, which is the author of authors, be not deprived of his due, which is, further and further to discover truth.
quote by Francis Bacon
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In the history of literature there are many great enduring works which were not published in the lifetimes of the authors. If the authors had not achieved self-affirmation while writing, how could they have continued to write?
quote by Gao Xingjian
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Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.
quote by Robertson Davies
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The chief lesson I have learned in a long life is that the only way to make a man trustworthy is to trust him and the surest way to make him untrustworthy is to distrust him and show your distrust.
quote by Henry Stimson
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The chief lesson I have learned in a long life is that the only way to make a man trustworthy is to trust him; and the surest way to make him untrustworthy is to distrust him and show your distrust.
quote by Henry L. Stimson
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In the underlying bill, I think the authors of the legislation, those in support of it, understand the use of the Mississippi River. Yes, there is commercial navigation on it, and there will be tomorrow.
There are authors who write to communicate, there are authors who write to impress themselves.
quote by Mark S. Hertzog
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What we think about, expands.
Marc Allen in Interview with Michael Toms
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Scientists are peeping toms at the keyhole of eternity.
quote by Arthur Koestler
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Out Of Jail
Long before the screen door slammed, she was out of xenia
A stranger could have loved that town but she had to leave
I wish Id gotten to know her before I fell in love
I could say whos to blame, say whos the man in this cautionary tale
But I swore Id be true and Ill swear and Ill swear til kittens out of jail
It was like a tv show, the way she stole that car
Easy now to criticize, easy now to talk
I thought my luck was changing, I guess I was wrong
I could say whos to blame, say whos the man in this cautionary tale
But I swore Id be true and Ill swear and Ill swear til kittens out of jail
Didnt want to be a slave
Just turned out that way
I wish Id gotten to know her before I fell in love
I could say shes to blame, say shes the man in this cautionary tale
But I swore Id be true and Ill swear and Ill swear til kittens out of jail
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Michael Crichton
Michael Crichton would be dismayed
to read about his pirate days.
Poor Michael, there is worse in store.
They plan to publish at least one more.
When living, Michael published much
and proved to have the Midas touch.
No matter, Michael, that you’re gone
Your bibliography still goes on.
When Authors pay the boatman’s fee
Their fans crave more, quite naturally.
No Shakespeare lover could refuse
To give “Cardenio” rave reviews.
And when Jim Croce breathed no more
He “sang” on for a decade more.
But stuff that Authors didn’t publish
could prove to be unworthy rubbish.
(And some that sees the light of day
Might have been better hid away)
So if there’s work on your hard drive
You wouldn’t publish if alive
Dear Authors I do you entreat
When in extremis, press “delete”
poem by John F. McCullagh
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The Colubriad
Close by the threshold of a door nailed fast
Three kittens sat; each kitten looked aghast;
I passing swift and inattentive by,
At the three kittens cast a careless eye,
Not much concerned to know what they did there,
Not deeming kittens worth a poet's care.
But presently a loud and furious hiss
Caused me to stop and to exclaim, 'What's this?'
When lo! upon the threshold met my view,
With head erect, and eyes of fiery hue,
A viper, long as Count de Grasse's quoue.
Forth from his head his forked tongue he throws,
Darting it full against a kitten's nose,
Who having never seen, in field or house,
The like, sat still and silent as a mouse;
Only projecting with attention due,
Her whiskered face, she asked him, 'Who are you?'
On to the hall went I, with pace not slow,
But swift as lightning, for a long Dutch hoe,
With which well armed I hastened to the spot,
To find the viper, -- but I found him not;
And turning up the leaves, and shrubs around,
Formed only, that he was not to be found.
But still the kittens, sitting as before,
Sat watching close the bottom of the door.
'I hope,' said I, 'the villain I would kill
Has slipped between the door and the door sill;
And if I make despatch and follow hard,
No doubt but I shall find him in the yard;
For long ere now it should have been rehearsed,
'Twas in the garden that I found him first.
Even there I found him, there the full-grown cat
His head, with velvet paw, did gently pat,
As curious as the kittens erst had been
To learn what this phenomenon might mean,
Filled with heroic ardour at the sight,
And fearing every moment he would bite,
And rob our household of our only cat
That was of age to combat with a rat,
With outstretched hoe I slew him at the door,
And taught him Never To Come There No More.
poem by William Cowper
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Errors
The error is made today, of late,
And too many can err in the ways of men.
The errors so bold and hard are lately in contempt,
For they are reckless, and I am poor for all.
The whole question is a mistake,
The whole answer should be silenced
For the signal is lasting and resolute,
As forming the signs of distrust.
Boldly go where we have gone,
Boldness shall overcome those in distrust;
Let happiness behold some fine path
And let it shake so much for the quake.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dirty Water Dog
No candidate would I support
His platform could I endorse
Another accomplice slinging dirt
Campaign promises falling short
I dont belong to any race
Pledge allegiance to a place
No borderline in the sand Id trace
Im just a sucker for a pretty face
Uncomfortable in the realm of the political
Positions always been a little left of cynical
Im fundamentally for the individual
Preoccupied purely with the physical
When heavy is the weight of the world
And the river runs a little too deep
Like a hound dog chasing a bird
Sometimes a certain toms gotta peep
Im a peek-a-boy, looking at girls
And I think I like, I think I like, I like what I see
I dont wanna find religion
Or another mans opinion
I cant choose whats not my decision
When theres only one under the sun
Theres no need to be denied
Chew before swallowing pride
I want to live so let me die
Oh by the way, whats your sign?
Cant comprehend the meaning of the metaphysical
Id rather leave that to your so-called intellectual
But what I do know I know feels only natural
Im just a red-blooded heterosexual
When heavy is the weight of the world
And the river runs a little too deep
Like a dirty water doggin a bird
Sometimes a certain toms he gotta peep
Im a peek-a-boy, looking at girls
And I think I like, I think I like, I like what I see
When heavy is the weight of the world
And the river runs a little too deep
Like a dirty water doggin a bird
Sometimes a certain toms he gotta peep
Im a peek-a-boy, looking at girls
And I think I like, like a hound dog, chasin a bird
And I think I like
A dirty water dog
And I think I like, I think I like, I like what I see
song performed by by Van Halen
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The Race Industry
The coconuts have got the jobs.
The race industry is a growth industry.
We despairing, they careering.
We want more peace they want more police.
The Uncle Toms are getting paid.
The race industry is a growth industry.
We say sisters and brothers don't fear.
They will do anything for the Mayor.
The coconuts have got the jobs.
The race industry is a growth industry.
They're looking for victims and poets to rent.
They represent me without my consent.
The Uncle Toms are getting paid.
The race industry is a growth industry.
In suits they dither in fear of anarchy.
They take our sufferings and earn a salary.
Steal our souls and make their documentaries.
Inform daily on our community.
Without Black suffering they'd have no jobs.
Without our dead they'd have no office.
Without our tears they'd have no drink.
If they stopped sucking we could get justice.
The coconuts are getting paid.
Men, women and Brixton are being betrayed.
poem by Benjamin Zephaniah
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We've become a race of Peeping Toms. What people oughta do is get outside their own house and look in for a change.
quote by John Michael Hayes
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