http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russell’s_teapot

In an article titled “Is There a God?” commissioned, but never published, by Illustrated magazine in 1952, Russell wrote:

Many orthodox people speak as though it were the business of sceptics to disprove received dogmas rather than of dogmatists to prove them. This is, of course, a mistake. If I were to suggest that between the Earth and Mars there is a china teapot revolving about the sun in an elliptical orbit, nobody would be able to disprove my assertion provided I were careful to add that the teapot is too small to be revealed even by our most powerful telescopes. But if I were to go on to say that, since my assertion cannot be disproved, it is intolerable presumption on the part of human reason to doubt it, I should rightly be thought to be talking nonsense. If, however, the existence of such a teapot were affirmed in ancient books, taught as the sacred truth every Sunday, and instilled into the minds of children at school, hesitation to believe in its existence would become a mark of eccentricity and entitle the doubter to the attentions of the psychiatrist in an enlightened age or of the Inquisitor in an earlier time.

jenjennjenna:

you know how if you’re drowning they give you a life vest to save your life

I need a gay vest because I’m

wait. no. that isn’t right.

I need a straightness vest because I

forget it.

straight vest, more like straight jacket! not really but i really really wanted to make that joke :(

it beckoned to me so softly
a grace reserved for those who sit;
wait for death, it waited for me.

tousling my hair at times, or
waking up to a kiss, saying
“look outside! it’s begun to snow”

time was a holy blessing then,
the serenity i needed
did not wait for me in my dreams

to not soil it’s purity
I waited a year and a day
to take my first hobbling steps

the soles of my feet burned with cold
my soul flushed with a tender warmth
melting snowflakes to mix with tears

my home and my heart are changing
twisting, growing in strange new ways
getting prepared for the journey

Magical Beer of Satan (or whatever)
B phyrigian

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a gypsy lady read my cards
said you’ll meet a girl and you’ll fall hard
she’ll come home with you and she’ll stay the night
she’ll wanna do the freak till the mornin light
if you wanna make her moan and make her coo
just take a sip of my super brew
not one drop more or one drop less
or else you’ll become a wild mess
i said thank you ma’m and paid my fee
and got ready to get lucky

instrumental break, not really a solo

i met the lady with devil eyes
she told me baby blow my mind

id forgot how much is enough
so i tipped it back and chugged the stuff

started to grow, started to sway
swag bag rag etc idk this is a verse


CHORUS
i don’t know
something small seeded inside of me
i cant say
how in hell i came to be this way
i cant stop
the freaky feeling thats comin’ over me
i don’t want
to stop the funk thats flowing outta me

im on all a rampage all over town
look out babe, it’s to time get down
(soloooooooo)