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THE ROMANTIC TWAT
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Colonel Edmund J. Burke
2009-11-19 20:24:54 UTC
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In youth, the average twat, homeless and homely, having very little to work
with upstairs, discovers her easygoing street lifestyle romantic in nature:
living free and easy beside the railroad tracks, perpetual camping, eating
dead pigeons and squirrels on "good days," fornicating with toothless
hobos--the crotch mites, scabies, and pooped underpants. Really now, is
this what it's all coming down to? Is this romantic?
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Only a few men can be truly free; to be, in the proper sense of the word,
sui juris, master of his own time and powers, and able to say every morning,
"This day is my own."
humble.life
2009-11-19 20:25:41 UTC
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Post by Colonel Edmund J. Burke
In youth, the average twat, homeless and homely, having very little to
work with upstairs, discovers her easygoing street lifestyle romantic in
nature: living free and easy beside the railroad tracks, perpetual
camping, eating dead pigeons and squirrels on "good days," fornicating
with toothless hobos--the crotch mites, scabies, and pooped underpants.
Really now, is this what it's all coming down to? Is this romantic?
enough of you, what about the rest of us
Colonel Edmund J. Burke
2009-11-19 21:27:37 UTC
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Post by Colonel Edmund J. Burke
In youth, the average twat, homeless and homely, having very little to
work with upstairs, discovers her easygoing street lifestyle romantic in
nature: living free and easy beside the railroad tracks, perpetual
camping, eating dead pigeons and squirrels on "good days," fornicating
with toothless hobos--the crotch mites, scabies, and pooped underpants.
Really now, is this what it's all coming down to? Is this romantic?
enough of you, what about the rest of us
Thank you for your kind response; unfortunately, if you're not paying my
bills, your opinion does not count.

Thank you and have a wonderful afternoon.
Dr. DRErnie
2009-11-20 02:10:09 UTC
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I HAPPEN TO BE A ROMANTIC TWAT. Ernie
Post by Colonel Edmund J. Burke
In youth, the average twat, homeless and homely, having very little to
work with upstairs, discovers her easygoing street lifestyle romantic in
nature: living free and easy beside the railroad tracks, perpetual
camping, eating dead pigeons and squirrels on "good days," fornicating
with toothless hobos--the crotch mites, scabies, and pooped underpants.
Really now, is this what it's all coming down to? Is this romantic?
--
Only a few men can be truly free; to be, in the proper sense of the word,
sui juris, master of his own time and powers, and able to say every
morning, "This day is my own."
David
2009-11-20 11:49:49 UTC
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shut up, twit.
Post by Colonel Edmund J. Burke
In youth, the average twat, homeless and homely, having very little to
work with upstairs, discovers her easygoing street lifestyle romantic in
nature: living free and easy beside the railroad tracks, perpetual
camping, eating dead pigeons and squirrels on "good days," fornicating
with toothless hobos--the crotch mites, scabies, and pooped underpants.
Really now, is this what it's all coming down to? Is this romantic?
--
Only a few men can be truly free; to be, in the proper sense of the word,
sui juris, master of his own time and powers, and able to say every
morning, "This day is my own."
humble.life
2009-11-20 20:45:44 UTC
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shut up, twit.
you can talk, random boy
%
2009-11-20 20:53:21 UTC
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Post by David
shut up, twit.
you can talk, random boy
Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

Chorus

In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone

Chorus

And have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care
humble.life
2009-11-21 17:21:59 UTC
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Post by David
shut up, twit.
you can talk, random boy
Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
Chorus
In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone
Chorus
And have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care
poignant and well chosen
Colonel Edmund J. Burke
2017-10-23 14:12:44 UTC
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In youth, the average twat, homeless and homely, having very little to work with upstairs, discovers her easygoing street lifestyle romantic in nature: living free and easy beside the railroad tracks, perpetual camping, eating dead pigeons and squirrels on "good days," fornicating with toothless hobos--the crotch mites, scabies, and pooped underpants.  Really now, is this what it's all coming down to?  Is this romantic?
Colonel Edmund J. Burke
2017-10-25 12:02:02 UTC
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In youth, the average twat, homeless and homely, having very little to work with upstairs, discovers her easygoing street lifestyle romantic in nature: living free and easy beside the railroad tracks, perpetual camping, eating dead pigeons and squirrels on "good days," fornicating with toothless hobos--the crotch mites, scabies, and pooped underpants.  Really now, is this what it's all coming down to?  Is this romantic?
This is called Philosophy of the Roade, written by a Rhodes Scholar.
Colonel Edmund J. Burke
2017-10-25 18:54:22 UTC
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In youth, the average twat, homeless and homely, having very little to work with upstairs, discovers her easygoing street lifestyle romantic in nature: living free and easy beside the railroad tracks, perpetual camping, eating dead pigeons and squirrels on "good days," fornicating with toothless hobos--the crotch mites, scabies, and pooped underpants.  Really now, is this what it's all coming down to?  Is this romantic?
POOPED UNDERPANTS! OMGAWD!

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