Like Ulysses, I have been on a long voyage, to the land of the Amazons, and back: I barely survived to tell my tale.
I and my Royal newspaper have come home, home to the Land of Great Air Guitar, where a colorful universe exist here on earth, within the cold grey overcast skies of a promised after life. My, how those expectation have grown stale. And now, eternity is a political party, and, voting will take some of us there! Poooooo-lease!
Why go to Europe, when you can go to Downtown Eugene?
Once upon a time, there lived in Florence a great sculpture who was growing old in years. He had done wondrous sculptures of all the gods, but one. Aprophodite was jealous, and disguised herself as a mortal and sent a courier with a offering of gold in a fine purse only fahhioned for the gods. How could he refuse? When he beheld his patron, after expecting an old wealthy hag in need of attention – he gasped! His heart skipped a beat like it did when he was young. He did not know this was the Affect of Venus that she allowed all mortal men, for when their heart stop for just a second, they die and become immortal.
After several heavenly weeks went by, the Master began to inquire about who her patron’s people were, he surmising she had given him a fake name.
“Do not ask about my name my dear Giovanni, for it is protected by the Sirens. And, if you should learn it via some mortal trickery, the She-bats from hell will fill you with so much terror, you will forget your mother’s name!”
John Presco ‘The Master’
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Would bring you down forever
But you rode upon a steamer
To the violence of the sun
Blind your eyes with trembling mermaids
And you touch the distant beaches
With tales of brave Ulysses
By the sirens sweetly singing
For the sparkling waves are calling you
To touch their white laced lips
Dancing through the turquoise
And her footprints make you follow
Where the sky loves the sea
She drowns you in her body
Carving deep blue ripples
In the tissues of your mind
Run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you
To the hard land of the winter
And she rides a crimson shell
You know you cannot leave her
For you touched the distant sands
How his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing
Yeah
Run laughing through your fingers
You want to take her with you
To the hard land of the winter
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The Venus de Milo (Greek: Αφροδίτη της Μήλου, Aphroditi tis Milou) is an ancient Greek statue and one of the most famous works of ancient Greek sculpture. Initially it was attributed to the sculptor Praxiteles, but based on an inscription that was on its plinth, the statue is now thought to be the work of Alexandros of Antioch.[citation needed]
Created sometime between 130 and 100 BC, the statue is believed to depict Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty. However, some scholars claim it is the sea-goddess Amphitrite, venerated on Milos.[1] It is a marble sculpture, slightly larger than life size at 203 cm (6 ft 8 in) high. Part of an arm and the original plinth were lost following the statue’s discovery. It is currently on permanent display at the Louvre Museum in Paris. The statue is named after Aphrodite’s Roman name, Venus, and the Greek island of Milos, where it was discovered.
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