A makeshift guide to recognizing poetry outside of paradise.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Obama yourself
Headed to D.C. today, so I probably won't get a chance to post anything until Wednesday or so. Until then, have fun putting yourself in Obama's position (thanks Sarah!)
"Life's dirty. Life's unclean. It's birth, it's sex, it's the intestinal tract. One big squishy, unsanitary mess. It never gets any cleaner either. You know, dust to dust, worms crawl in, worms crawl out, right? Even though we know that, we still walk the walk, we still live the life. We're like a bunch of little kids. Little kids, you know, we jump in this big old pond of mud and we're slapping it all over our face, rubbing our hair all down our backs and we're making these glorious, gooey pies. That's us. We're fabulous."
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