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The homeopath
went on about
the evils of
antimalarial drugs
while slurping a
Gin and tonic --
the drink invented
(as tradition has it)
so India-colonizing Brits
could take their
antimalarial, bitter Quinine tastefully.
Samuel Hahnemann
took Quinine
some time after
he quit practicing medicine
and used its effects
to formulate
his invention:
homeopathy,
and its principal tenet
"like cures like."
Which makes arsenic
the cure for arsenic poisoning,
once it is diluted (or "succussed") in
water
until the
water
no longer contains a
single
atom
of arsenic.
Which makes pure, uncontaminated
(by the time the ill person takes it)
water
the homeopath's cure for everything
and the gin and tonic-swilling homeopath
an idiotic scammer
or, more likely,
dumb enough to
have been scammed herself
into scamming other idiots
since she
holds that Quinine is evil
though it led to the invention of the
bullshit quackery
that pays her bar bills.
Quinine info: Wiki.
Hahnemann info: Wiki.
Homeopathy info: Wiki.
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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Sunday, March 8, 2009
It's not funny.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Caring Is Creepy.
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I knew finally
that she wasn't
attracted to me
after I asked her
if she was and
she said she wasn't.
Still, one night
I insisted we meet
and I kissed her.
Before she got mad
I said
"Thanks. I can't
taste
my dead grandfather's forehead anymore."
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I knew finally
that she wasn't
attracted to me
after I asked her
if she was and
she said she wasn't.
Still, one night
I insisted we meet
and I kissed her.
Before she got mad
I said
"Thanks. I can't
taste
my dead grandfather's forehead anymore."
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Thursday, November 20, 2008
You saved for a bass guitar
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[words by Camera Obscura]
Fresh as the paint
Friendship can die young
Life will be the death of you
I'm ready to be heartbroken
--Such a fragile thing
I can't believe
I got myself some bowling shoes
and they're all that I can see
All alone in a room following lines on maps.
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[words by Camera Obscura]
Fresh as the paint
Friendship can die young
Life will be the death of you
I'm ready to be heartbroken
--Such a fragile thing
I can't believe
I got myself some bowling shoes
and they're all that I can see
All alone in a room following lines on maps.
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Be courageous.
>
[words by Broken Social Scene]
Library cards
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash
Under my window
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me
--They lost their lives in backyards.
Park that car
Drop that phone
These people drinking lovers' spit
--It's time we grow old.
I like it all
that way:
Library cards
Rented faces
--They lost their lives.
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[words by Broken Social Scene]
Library cards
Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash
Under my window
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me
--They lost their lives in backyards.
Park that car
Drop that phone
These people drinking lovers' spit
--It's time we grow old.
I like it all
that way:
Library cards
Rented faces
--They lost their lives.
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Sunday, October 5, 2008
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