the five foot assassin with the ruffneck business alternately: What struck me on the beach—and it struck me indeed, so that I staggered as at a blow—was that if the Eternal Principle had rested in that curved thorn I had carried about my neck across so many leagues, and if it now rested in the new thorn (perhaps the same thorn) I had only now put there, then it might rest in anything, and in fact probably did rest in everything, in every thorn on every bush, in every drop of water in the sea. The thorn was a sacred Claw because all thorns were sacred Claws; the sand in my boots was sacred sand because it came from a beach of sacred sand. The cenobites treasured up the relics of the sannyasins because the sannyasins had approached the Pancreator. But everything had approached and even touched the Pancreator, because everything had dropped from his hand. Everything was a relic. All the world was a relic. I drew off my boots, that had traveled with me so far, and threw them into the waves that I might not walk shod on holy ground. futhermore: I have nothing to say and I am saying it and that is poetry as I need it.
I don't expect anyone that hasn't actually carried the curved thorn to understand it. It's not an easy burden to carry, It's fucking curved!
I float like gravity never had a cavity got more rhymes than the Winans got family EDIT: aww I thought we had a Tribe thread.
I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her.
Not to be confused with Galtor, the Pokemon that leaves if you equip any other Pokemon with Exp. Share.
