Five and twenty ponies, trotting through the dark-Brandy for the Parson, and 'Baccy for the Clerk;One of my favourite poems by Rudyard Kipling.
A moving reflection of society in that time
Now instead of lying to the King's men - all in blue and red
We all sit at home abed, and lie to ourselves instead.
Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie-And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by! - smuggler's song
Them that asks no questions, isn't told a lie.
What if the lies now are being told by ourselves, to ourselves.
That we are happy
That we love this goddamned society we live in
Doublethink?Most Def.
I wait for the day the blessed bullet will lodge itself in my brain as it has done to so many of my blind friends.
I too want the gift of ignorance.
Please?That i may preserve my sanity.5:38 pm;can you keep a secret?