Piojos 

I’m glad they’re gone now. Reblogged on davidbruceblog.

It Just Popped Into My Head

Sometimes life is just going fine:

The house is clean

And the dog smells decent.

There’s good food in the fridge

And a full tank of gas and enough

Money left in the week

For maybe a night out on Saturday.

Even the job

That sucks the souls

From everyone

To hard earn that cash

Seems manageable,

Tolerable.

Yep. Life is just humming along

Until you get the letter

That says your kid’s class has lice

And every hair on your body

Itches.

And the whole house is covered.

And you begin, again,

The intimate relationship

With the little red comb

Sent to earth by Satan,

Who surely also

Created lice

To ruin great weeks

And single mother’s lives.

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Kinderfänger | Short Horror Film | Crypt TV (YouTube)

Kinderfänger | Short Horror Film | Crypt TV (YouTube)

Following the music leads to death…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=397&v=k4pN4aym3a0

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davidbrucehaiku: got a banana

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GOT A BANANA

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Got a banana

Not afraid to brandish it

But not harassment

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davidbrucehaiku: only a doll

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ONLY A DOLL

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It’s only a doll

No messy reality

Sterile existence

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David Bruce: William Shakespeare’s “Antony and Cleopatra”: A Retelling in Prose — Act 2, Scene 1

— 2.1 —

Sextus Pompey was meeting with the famous pirates Menecrates and Menas in a room of his house in Sicily.

Sextus Pompey said, “If the great gods are just, they shall assist the deeds of the justest men.”

Menecrates said, “Know, worthy Pompey, that although the gods may delay aid, that does not necessarily mean that they are denying aid.”

“While we pray to the gods for their aid, the thing that we are praying for is wasting away.”

Menecrates replied, “We, who are ignorant, often pray for things that would harm us. The wise powers deny us these things for our good; and so it is a good thing then that they do not grant our prayers.”

“I shall do well,” Sextus Pompey said. “The people love me, and the sea is mine. My powers are crescent and growing, and my prophetic hope says that my powers will come to the full. Mark Antony in Egypt sits at dinner, and he will make no wars outdoors — all of the ‘wars’ he fights will be in bed. Octavius Caesar gets money where he loses hearts — his high taxes turn people against him. Lepidus flatters both Octavius Caesar and Mark Antony, and he is flattered by both; but he loves neither of them, and neither of them cares for him.”

Menas said, “Octavius Caesar and Lepidus are already engaged in military operations; they rule a mighty strength.”

“From whom have you heard this?” Sextus Pompey asked. “It is false.”

“From Silvius, sir.”

“He is dreaming. I know Octavius Caesar and Lepidus are in Rome together, hoping for Antony. But may all the charms of love, spicy Cleopatra, soften your pale lips! Let witchcraft join with beauty, and let lust join with both! Tie up Mark Antony the libertine in a field of feasts, keep his brain befuddled with alcoholic fumes; may Epicurean cooks sharpen with unsatiating sauce his appetite, so that sleep and feeding may make him forget his honor as if he had drunk from Lethe, the river of forgetfulness in the Underworld!”

Varrius entered the room.

“How are you, Varrius?” Sextus Pompey asked.

“This news that I shall deliver is most certainly true. Mark Antony is expected to be in Rome at any hour. He may be there now because the time since he left Egypt has been long enough for him to make a longer journey.”

“I would have been happy to hear less important news,” Sextus Pompey replied.

He then said, “Menas, I did not think that this amorous surfeiter would have put on his helmet for such a petty war. His military expertise is twice that of the other two, but let us raise our opinion of ourselves because our actions have plucked the never-lust-wearied Mark Antony from the lap of the widowed Queen of Egypt.”

Menas said, “I cannot expect that Octavius Caesar and Mark Antony shall get on well. Antony’s late wife committed offences against Caesar, and Antony’s brother warred upon Caesar, although, I think, Antony did not encourage him to do so.”

“I don’t know, Menas, how lesser enmities may give way to greater. Were it not that we are opposed to and stand up against them all, it is obvious that they would fight among themselves. They have reasons enough to draw their swords against each other. But how their fear of us may cement and mend their divisions and bind up their petty differences, we do not yet know. Be it as our gods will have it! Now we must fight with our strongest forces to save our lives. Come, Menas.”

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Mother Earth, Bother Not

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Very well done. Reblogged on davidbruceblog.

Frank Solanki

Mother Earth, mother Earth, will you shut up please?

Stop telling me your problems and your tragedies

I know you’re having troubles, you suffer day and night

But we are your children. We have all the rights

You complain about the felling of forests and of trees

But we are only decorating you with buildings and diseases

You complain about the smog, polluted water and land

But we prefer it the way it is, just try and understand

Look at your Sun and Moon, they never do complain

They’re idle and stationary, why don’t you learn from them?

We are happy as we stand. We never make a fuss

Have I ever kvetched that you’re not big enough for us?

So quit your whining and your sobbing and continue to move around

We’ll treat you as we may please till we burn you to the ground

So quit your whining…

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Dante’s Inferno, Canto 7: TIGHT FISTS AND BALD HEADS

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TIGHT FISTS AND BALD HEADS

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Misers have tight fists

Wasters are bald because they

Spent all their hair

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NOTE: Except for these distinguishing features, the misers and wasters are difficult to distinguish because their relationship with money made them lead undistinguished lives.

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https://davidbruceblog.wordpress.com/2017/01/06/dantes-inferno-canto-7-the-wasters-hoarders-wrathful-and-sullen/

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