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Well folks time to confess. I have not enforced tank's ban because "Tyrion" has been with us all season. Once the season ends he will get his shit pushed in but for now he lives. His fate and that's of the 2014 Packers run parallel. Forgive me for being a superstitious brownie.
I thought Harlan was dying and he was going to live blog it here for our enjoyment. Really, it's the only thing he has left to give, but what a beautiful give it could be.
"You're all very smart, and I'm very dumb." - Partial
A part of me has died. Perhaps I will have some poems to share.
Death Watch, lyrics by Tank Elf Duke, copyright 2009
Drink her blood one last time
You will miss the taste of silver lime
Crawl into a concrete hole
Let the ants eat you whole
You will not be missed
You will not persist
Your god is a fucking blade
God has deserted your crusade
Dip a needle deep inside
Don't be afraid to set this world aside
Spread your wings, swim in the rain
The high will wash away your pain
Fly away from this place
Find a home in outerspace
And if you're still seduced by misery
You can always fall back to me
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting,
The oranges are packed in their creosote dump;
They're flying 'em back to that Mexican border
To spend all their money to wade back again
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportee"
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
Our work contract's out and we have to move on;
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportee"
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says, "They are just deportees"
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportee"
My father's own father, he waded that river,
They took all the money he made in his life;
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
And they rode the truck till they took down and died.
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,
We died in your valleys and died on your plains.
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
Both sides of the river, we died just the same.
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
And be called by no name except "deportees"?
And thus the romantic image of the Mexican criminal was created and lives on today.
LOL @ We died in your bushes. Yeah because someone shot your ass when you were peeping in the windows looking to rape some innocent young white teenager you fucking pervert.
"You're all very smart, and I'm very dumb." - Partial
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