Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Friday, July 12, 2013
Orangemen
So its the twelfth of July once again, and Orangemen are remembering to be Orange and they march and they sway in their determination to rid themselves of any kind of reason. Like Ostriches with head stuck in the sand, they refuse the idea of progression. Theirs is a purely negative philosophy, and I am sorry to you, the word 'philosophy' for involving these fools in a word I particularly like, which means the love of wisdom. I wonder how much of their hatred is down to personal frustration, when they aren't together in their group, their highly suspicious and hateful group. I can't believe that luck and good fortune can ever fall to them, for anyone who believes in the basic goodness of humanity.
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