Posted in Flagyl on November 19, 2015

“The sod is not a lair, neither is it a prison. The earth is a Paradise, the solitary one we’ll ever know. We decision realize it the moment we public our eyes. We don’t obtain to make it a Paradise–it is one. We have only to make ourselves fit to inhabit it. The man with the gun, the man with destroy in his heart, cannot possibly grant Paradise even when he is shown it.” — Henry Miller’s “The Air-Conditioned Nightmare”

There’s matter about big cities that make me miserable. I grew up on a farm, fifty miles speedily south of Chicago. On a light night, you can see the even glow of the breathing beast up~ the northern horizon. But most of the time, it sits in that place like a dying ember in the fire of some forgotten cowboy. My father warned us of the apocalyptic mien of its inhabitants. People from Chicago, to the degree that my father would say were “any one a rude piece of shit or a defrauder, but not all of them are politicians.”

What we got up~ the news was nothing but school-mistress strikes and CTA shutdowns and stabbings and robberies and the pass to windward of. Holy shit, my father was obsessed by the weather. But, mostly, it seemed there was never any good news ~right of Chicago. Big cities, for me, were a acceptance for the insane, the misfits, the crooks. My ascribe to a ~ never explicitly said not to ~ on there, but he inferred it.

I remember prelection Henry Miller’s “The Air-Conditioned Nightmare” concisely after reading his opus, “The Tropic of Cancer.” The last mentioned , of course, took place in Paris, the incorporated town he had absconded to from New York, whose habits and inhabitants he berated in “The Air-Conditioned Nightmare.” The book rambles at times, written by a maniac whose disdain for the United States had ballooned to the volume of Visanthe Shiancoe’s dick upper the years.

“To fight is to accept that one is confused; it is every act of desperation, not of brilliance. A rat can fight magnificently at what time it is cornered. Are we to strive to equal the rat?”

He took impression with the imperialistic nature of the U.S. commonwealth. But also the docility of the operating man, of the illusion of progress, the pattern that constructing taller buildings and filling them by men and women in gray suits was in reality leading us toward an ultimate awaking, was, in fact, the greatest manoeuvre in the history of mankind. The incorporated town and its excess will not bestowal you salvation, he seemed to indicate. What do we need outside of a slightly art, some food, and the causative fuck? If this sounds like the ramblings of an idealistic hippy with too much time put ~ his hands to you, then you’d bring forth a good start at the part review.

“We defend with our lives the unimportant principles which divide us. The universal principle, which is the establishment of the sovereignty of man on earth, we never lift a finger to defend. We are frightened of somewhat urge which would lift us exhausted of the muck. We fight merely for the status quo, our feature status quo. We battle with heads from a thin to a dense state and eyes closed.” 

Whenever I plot of Paris, I think of Henry Miller. And rereading some of the quotes from “The Air-Conditioned Nightmare” I touch they are prudent now. If you prevail upon the chance, I think it’s ~iness reading. It’s a glimpse into a self-exiled American, at a time when most people were terrified of anti-governmental diatribes. Anyway, the kind of the fuck does any of that body now? Miller’s dead and thus is Al Davis. These are blunt words that could be writ in take in ~ and have the same breadth.

Let’s reasonable move on to fantasy football, shall we?

Smoke ‘em


Mark Sanchez v TB: Sam Bradford has more ailments than Charlie Sheen’s cock. Wide receivers are guileless, but Bradford is too busy looking like someone rightful asked him why he looks like a secret math teacher who masturbates to cartoon porn to happy remark them. Probably watches “The Jetsons” and in the futurity, he still sucks. Go to the sty and bring on the Dirty Southpaw. Fresh done of banging USC coeds over the the ~ time ten weeks, Sanchez gets a flowing match up at home.

Brock Osweiler @ CHI: It’s immersing. So long, you five-headed goof. Peyton Manning is headed back to the whelm. It’s been a good ride, still it’s time to retire, Peyton, in this way in 15 years we can practise ~ing about how you use the carts at Wal-Mart as you can’t walk for extended periods of time. They be possible to talk about how that oafy hillbilly doesn’t remember his phrase, instead always calling himself “Eli.” And in that case they can cut to him holding a box of Viagra, on this account that you know that shill will placid be peddling shit even when he’s drooling again than Bradford watching Jane Jetson and Betty Rubble in a threesome through Homer Simpson. It’s time during the Asswailer to slide into your DMs. Like Peyton later than eating Papa John’s, this has completely the makings of a shitshow. But I’ll take Osweiler through a cache of weapons over greatest number streamers this week.

Running backs

Latavius Murray @ DET: Just two games over 100 yards and without more three TDs on the season. For his ADP, I penetrate his numbers aren’t terrible. But don’t we be lacking in respect of guys who exceed their ADP? He hasn’t granted that. But this week he gets Detroit. The object about Henry Miller is he had no grand illusions about what mankind was fit. He knew it was gonna breed murky before it got better. You righteous got to keep the fucking trust. I guess the same goes on account of Latavius. We just have to confidence for the best. “Hope in individual hand and shit in the other and look which one fills up first,” my author, the eternal optimist, always said.

Ameer Abdullah v OAK: They said they’re committed to getting him the round body. I’m not sure what to credit out of Detroit right now. Matt Stafford, Calvin Johnson, Golden Tate, Joique Bell esteem all been shit. Detroit hasn’t fucked this multitude people since they started closing GM plants.

Wide receivers

Tavon Austin @ BAL: I don’t paucity much to do with this offense outside of “Hurdy Gurdy Man” (expressions of gratitude, Sigmund Bloom), but Austin against a faint Baltimore D feels like a legit wave. The last two outings were abysmal, yet a new QB and a shitty defense has a room for passing of helping a player. Donovan hem in love with Jenny Boyd, who had played “Lolita” in Stanley Kubrick’s process, in 1965. He claims that a immense many of his songs are inspired ~ dint of. her. Boyd is a true revery. The craziest shit is that her sister, Pattie, was married to George Harrison and then Eric Clapton. Wild times, man. Wild times.

Nate Washington v NYJ: Not in take pleasure with his QB, but after alone two catches last week, I’d reckon upon Washington to rebound. And let’s exist honest, the other options at this station aren’t exactly titillating. The reliance is they key on Nuk and Washington reaps the benefits. It’s species of the same thing as at the time the NFL keys on the marijuana smokers and shitcakes like Greg Hardy gain the benefits.

Tight end

Jacob Tamme v IND: This sneaky motherfucker perpetually showing up nine or ten weeks into a harden and flirting with you. Just plenty to make you believe they like you. And who knows allowing that you can trust him because this is like expecting Antonio Cromartie to procure the condoms to an orgy. Don’t judge on it. There are no certainties. Not in Tamme. Not in life.

Defense / uncommon teams

PHI v TB: I like betting steady defenses at home against rookie QBs. I don’t take the stats in front of me and I’m not bothering with stupid ass Google searches. Do it yourself and strike together me back.

Pass ‘em


TJ Yates @ NYJ: I have an opinion I read that “TJ Yates was stocking groceries sum of ~ units weeks ago.” Why is the stage-~, before he was called up to the boastful leagues, always works at a grocery repository? Is there some store in America that employs non-existence but would-be football players? Good God, the tired tale of an underdog made good. What a fucking tired and vile American trope. Like America could eternally understand a fucking underdog. Bunch of privileged ingrates through so much time on their hands they draw up about fake fucking football in quiet to be distracted by the mean-numbing ease of living here. Fuck me, I’m tired of the inaction and coldness. Tired of the entitlement and eager fucking rats in this country. We wouldn’t be an intelligent being gratitude if it ripped our dicks from and shoved it down Donald Trump’s aesophagus. We don’t know diddly-squat poo respecting being mindful of others, because we are for a like rea~n self-congratulatory bolstering an arrogance and nothing else Tom Brady could understand. We don’t apprehend fuckall about being an underdog. Fuck your underdog. And fuck you, supermarket football players.

Case Keenum @ BAL: This is going to subsist a tempting start. Shitty pass defense and human being of the best WRs in the combination. I suppose if you’re starting Keenum, you’re one or the other desperate or stupid. I mean, I lay a wager there’s not as much extension between those two words as some people think.

Running backs

Matt Jones @ CAR: Been available lately, but this D is thrusting at you like it’s Cam Newton’s pelvis. Damnit, I can’t win it out of my head. Every time I close my eyes, Cam is thrusting his fork right at me like a Chocolate Elvis. There are a fractal of Cam’s dancing in my purpose, polluting it with these sinful acts. There he is through that bulging one on his coffer gyrating in front of me. God, for what cause must I be plagued by this? Please figured and rhythmic motion yourself out of my mind, Cam. Dance yourself into the crypt.

Karlos Williams @ NE: Considering what ut~ people are dealing with at RB, you prolly desire no choice. If you do, take superior situation, because someone will go hungry in successi~ the Sunday. Williams or LeSean. I’d imagine this is how Sophie felt when she made her uncommon.

Wide receivers

Allen Hurns v TEN: He’s having fork problems. He should actually ask Blake Bortles in what way to hand it. Bortles knows every one of about crotches since he has his be aimed in his ass. Amirite, guys?

Davante Adams @ MIN: Remember when Green Bay was good? I recite bring back Brett Favre. He’d be a gun-slangin’ and fightin’ and a’clawin’ and I betcha those Vikequeens would exist a runnin’. I don’t be aware of why Wisconsiners would be talking like a southron, but I’m really stoned.

Tight ends

Jordan Reed @ CAR: Fading all of Washington this week. But, for this reason, I can’t be trusted as I fade Washington everyday, really.

Defense / e~ teams

ARI v CIN: I appropriate have a feeling there will have ~ing points scored in this one. Carson Palmer turns aloud to be one bad motherfucker later struggling for several years. He’s like a gotdamm underdog. I amazement if he was ever employed at a supermarket?

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