Bush is Lord. (thanx Mich*ll* H.!)

It's
the end of the age... (via Vicki Rosenzweig)

“Gain”

storm utmost for troth
small runs starkly among moons astray
its afflatus rosily
frost strung crows
moon at this isthmus smurry, far flung slogan

"I am a king of that most mighty empire,
That's built o'er all the earth, upon kings' crowns;
And poverty's its name; whose every hut
Stands on a coronet, or star, or mitre,
The glorious corner-stones."

--B*ddo*s