students of macabre

Butthole lane Cocks Fanny Barks Fingeringhoe Great cockup Pratts Bottom Scratch Arse Ware Titty ho Upperthong

I was reading the biography of William Wordsworth and cockermouth is his hometown ......it was funny soo i searched some British names They have the weirdest town names ever for real

There is a town named "Cock-er-mouth" in England

She gorgeous but wtf She sexually assaulted her daughter

Anne Sexton - The Starry Night That does not keep me from having a terrible need of — shall I say the word — religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars. –Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree slips up like a drowned woman into the hot sky. The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die. It moves. They are all alive. Even the moon bulges in its orange irons to push children, like a god, from its eye. The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die: into that rushing beast of the night, sucked up by that great dragon, to split from my life with no flag, no belly, no cry.

The end of the affair is always death. She’s my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my breath finds you gone. I horrify those who stand by. I am fed. At night, alone, I marry the bed. Finger to finger, now she’s mine. She’s not too far. She’s my encounter. I beat her like a bell. I recline in the bower where you used to mount her. You borrowed me on the flowered spread. At night, alone, I marry the bed. Take for instance this night, my love, that every single couple puts together with a joint overturning, beneath, above, the abundant two on sponge and feather, kneeling and pushing, head to head. At night alone, I marry the bed. I break out of my body this way, an annoying miracle. Could I put the dream market on display? I am spread out. I crucify. My little plum is what you said. At night, alone, I marry the bed. Then my black-eyed rival came. The lady of water, rising on the beach, a piano at her fingertips, shame on her lips and a flute’s speech. And I was the knock-kneed broom instead. At night, alone, I marry the bed. She took you the way a woman takes a bargain dress off the rack and I broke the way a stone breaks. I give back your books and fishing tack. Today’s paper says that you are wed. At night, alone, I marry the bed. The boys and girls are one tonight. They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. They take off shoes. They turn off the light. The glimmering creatures are full of lies. They are eating each other. They are overfed. At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Anne Sexton - The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator

Anne Sexton An interesting poet........an interesting woman........a gorgeous madwoman fr

Nina Simone & Otis Redding, 1967

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ማንን አስቀይሜ ነው እንደዚህ ነገሮች የተደራበቡብኝ lmaoo this month isn't my month ..........

Goodnight fellow humans

Having had the wrong education as a start in his racial career, the Negro has become his own greatest enemy. Most of the trouble I have had in advancing the cause of the race has come from Negroes. Booker Washington aptly described the race in one of his lectures by stating that we were like crabs in a barrel, that none would allow the other to climb over, but on any such attempt all would continue to pull back into the barrel the one crab that would make the effort to climb out. Yet, those of us with vision cannot desert the race, leaving it to suffer and die. Marcus Garvey

I was reading about an economist named murray newton rothbard and i saw he once supported black nationalism.........yet he was a white supremacist I was confused soo i have to read a thing or two about the history of the movement I stumbled upon a term "universal negro improvement association" I can't even stay in one topic atp fr

Black nationalism - Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_nationalism