#quarterly hair trim announcement it is

[icantalk710]

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#ore no kao #gay #i was trying to think of tdcc or vaccines lyrics for this but i need to sleep for the office tmrw 😩 #quarterly hair trim announcement it is #did mean to tell the guy not to trim my beard/'stache too much but eh i think it'll grow on me #took a few but liked this one hehe #[also haven't posted one like this in a while #need to do a progress check with the last one hmm] #anyway bye 😴😴 #[alternatively would have done red rum club lyrics too]

[keywestlou]

LET HE THAT IS WITHOUT SIN CAST THE FIRST STONE

Trump is beginning to make me sick. He talked of cleaning the swamp. He is the swamp. Dirty! Everyone he comes in contact with gets dirty.

The man has to go. Either by way of impeachment or defeat at the polls. Our country will not survive if he is reelected. We will have become the Trump’s United States.

The Biden attacks. First Ukraine. Now China. His attacks on Biden and son sickening. Revolting.

John 8:7 reads, “He that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone.” Simply stated, do not criticize others when you personally are not perfect.

Then there is “Those who live in glass houses should not throw stones.” Not Biblical in origin. A proverb.

Its meaning is that one should not criticize others, because everyone has faults of one kind or another.

The source of the proverb is multi-faceted. Historians give credit to Geoffrey Chaucer, George Herbert, an article in the William and Mary College Quarterly, and Benjamin Franklin.

Trump has embarked on a scorched earth approach. Leave none standing.

He calls Democrats “maniacs.” The pot calling the kettle black.

Joe Biden is a man of integrity. Slime has never attached to him. His life one of public service.

The proof of the pudding are his income tax returns. Biden is the poorest man in Congress. After so many years!

Check the financial records of his peers. They go into Congress poor and come out millionaires. Cannot be said of Biden.

It has constantly been reported Trump has had few if any personal friends over the years. Who would want to be friends with a person such as he?

The world of New York business and society have ignored Trump over the years. Fearful. Aware. They saw how he handled things. The Trump of today remains the Trump of yesterday. A leopard does not change his spots.

There is a saying which aptly fits the scenario: “He who goes to bed with a dog, wakes up with fleas.” A sound warning. Be cautious of those whose company you keep.

Biden has many friends. Trump has few to none.

Politics has become a sick profession. One of the reasons our candidates have checkered backgrounds is that people of character do not want to enter a public service that places them next to people like Trump.

An exception is Elizabeth Warren. Do not think I have made my choice. I still do not know who I support as the Democratic candidate. My early choice was Biden. Now I wonder if he is too old. My being 84 affects my judgment. I am not who I was.

Warren was accused of involvement in a sex scandal this past week. Claimed she was a cougar. An older woman who who used escort services to supply her with younger men.

Jacob Wohl and Jack Burkman held a press conference. With them was a a 25 year old former Marine who claimed he was one of her frequent escorts.

There was a sign at the press conference: Elizabeth Warren Cougar. Those running the press conference had announced beforehand, “The charges will shock the conscience of the nation.”

The sign was correct. Warren was a cougar. Still is. Forever will be. She attended Houston University. Houston’s pet mascot is a cougar.

Wohl was involved in a similar false accusation regarding Mueller. Towards the end of Mueller’s work, he was responsible for making false sex accusations regarding Mueller.

My yesterday pleasant. Ran some errands around noon. Napped a couple of hours in the afternoon.

The Chart Room around 6. Tammy bartending. A personality!

Business continues to be slow. There were 3 people in the Chart Room besides me. A woman from North Carolina and a couple from Saratoga, N.Y.

Chatted an hour and then left. Not really hungry. Too early to go home. Not drinking screws up my evenings.

I stopped at the VFW on the Boulevard. A year at least since I wa last there. I recalled the VFW’s grilled cheese sandwich. It was delicious! I enjoyed another last night.

Chatted with the bartender. Got a bit of a beer education. Spent some time talking with 2 veterans seated near me.

On this day in 2002, the Coral Isle Bar on Stock Island closed. A dive. Remembered to this day because of a sign on the building: Free Beer Tomorrow!

The day never came.

I have been growing a beard. Fourth week. Moustache and chin have body. Hair on side of face taking a long time to grow out.

I am happy with it thus far. I hate shaving. A beard requires a trim once a week. A shave every day.

Enjoy your day!

LET HE THAT IS WITHOUT SIN CAST THE FIRST STONE was originally published on Key West Lou

[tevotbegotnaught]

Subway Haiku

Kids' screams echo the halls Six year olds run wild all night Parents chatter inside BK dude: Yankees' cap, Whitest sneakers known to man, Brand names head to toe Chelsea boys strutting They spend more time in the gym Than most do at work Dude drops a quarter I stop and look, as does he He grabs it, awkward.... "No way" says the kid, Mom grabs his DS away, He stares silently. Five times doors open And five times they quickly shut The Speaker crackles Dude wears a kuf. On his neck: star of David Eating some pork rinds Women gently sleep, The train lurches to a stop, They ain't sleeping now. Girl sings for herself Headphones keep the beat for her, Or maybe they don't... So many tired folks Long hours and they can't rest yet, "start spreadin' the news" No one can figure Where the smell is coming from They know it's bad, though I keep thinking that I dropped something earlier Checking my pockets Man that perfume is Really strong, I hope I can Still Hold back the sneeze Almost home, you'd think I would be sleepy by now, Can't sleep on the train Dude brought his bike on, Somebody eating baked fish Am I like that? Yup. cobwebs In his wheels kid looks around nervously "You allergic to fish ?" Outside the station, Men speak Creole loud and fast, About a girl's backside Off Beverly road, A mountain of cinder blocks, Reverse pyramids Pinstripe suit fingers phone Taps his loafer to unheard beat Eyes cut down and right We stop, motor hums, A distant voice mumbles words We lurch off again door sound: major third Train rolls out: minor seventh Wheels squeal: I go deaf Tall Kid slumps forward Black backpack and white t-shirt Head resting on arms Hipster reads and grooves, Ironic facial hair well trimmed , Trusts' quarterly report Noodle fans wait here The cheerful maitre'd smiles Stomach grumbles more A big man splays out Old shoes untied and filthy They all give him space Another big man laughs Stern Church lady calls him out He says " yeh, I'm wrong" Yellow shirt lady Blue hair, with purple Mohawk Wipes hard at a stain Underneath, her gut Is fully tatted and round The shirt clings tightly Crossroads of the world Four languages on my bench Train to JFK Nappers and rappers Prayers, readers, or just lost Directions included Pain in the belly Way Too much of a good thing Haven't I learned? Every type of eyes: Closed, squinting, staring, empty, Downcast, roving, hard It Took long enough, Finally arrived where they Always said to go. Man in uniform, Knows how important he is, And now you do, too Flat-bottomed metal Grey clouds over patched roof tops Plane on a wire Houses From behind, Like easels ,unfolded, askew, broken, abandoned come hell or high water and from here to eternity The tough get going It's ninety degrees, Black Fish nets with black short shorts Uncomfortable? "It's been thirty years" Mike said at the rehearsal Really was true , too Saw My friend Kenny, He wrote "rainbow connection" We walked to the train Didn't talk about Kermit, though I wished that I Had asked how he was Frum kid, broad brim hat Adam's apple protruding Just More than his chin Q, coney Island new stations gleam, Announcements Even Sound more cheerful Chinese mom, toddler, Stroller pulled backwards, fast, Parasol held low Vietnamese, Spanish English, Russian, dance music Pumps Above : heavy stuff drops Swinging shortened arm, His Prosthetic leg pivots, He turns to the wave Sullen mom: sunglasses, three kids: Eyes barely open, Stroller angled in Lady, leopard shawl Mouth tight, eyes darting sideways Behind thick glasses Hand drawn sign, Q train: "DATING ONE NIGHT STANDS ONLY" "AQUARiUM ZOO" The doors stay open Damp Hot air and chilly meet, With a snap, heat gone High pitched whirr, rumble, Roar above, clicking below, Voices from all sides Doors slide, we pour out, Across the platform, a train Waits with open doors Flushing, Main street, A river of heads rush past, Vendors line the curb Brooklyn bodega: New awning and grate, been closed for about two years Fifty pound kid, leashed to hundred pound Rottweiler, Ain't physics a bitch? Chinese laborer Sitting on broken headboard Mohegan Sun cap Couple sleeps in car: hands clasped, windows down, on street Remains of their meal A Tall skinny kid head in one hand, the other: A huge can of tea Young couple huddles, Sharing music, only high Frequencies leak out Dude dresses real sharp Black slacks and shoes, guayabera, Holds a blue hard hat Midnight passes, numbers /letters flash red/off above: The next stop is /off The papers: Chinese Caribbean, the Post, Times, I'll miss them, bytes win you stop, dark outside, Details emerge: a cable, Close walls, painted words Delayed? " Because of train traffic ahead" but it's One AM, no joke! Station by station, Nonchalant roll call of names, We grind toward my stop, Metallic stress sounds: Accelerating drum roll that ends abruptly