At 10.25....

[Chico]

I shall be singing


Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.

William Blake 1757-1827

[PRC1964]

Why do you feel you need to tell us this?

[Chico]

".... Bring me my chariot of fire....."

[threaded]

At 11:03, so did I. The other fellow in this office is now looking quizzically at me.

No, thought he was going to say something, but he's gone back to work.

[Rebecca Loos]

Chico, I have found my own salvation thru temptation, am I bad?

Have you ever seen some people lose ev'rything?
First to go is their mind.
Responsibility to me is a tragedy.
I'll get a job some other time.
I want to join a band and play in front of crazy fans.
Yes
I call that temptation.
Give me a melody. That's all that I ever need.
The music is my salvation.

-- Sister Sledge, 1979 --

[planetit]

Looks like CMJ might have got it right in the Times this morning. He described Threaded, Chico and the like as “Vulgar”.

[Chico]

Rebecca to each their own..

[Rebecca Loos]

that is a bit disappointing Chico, very non-commital... nevermind.

[Chico]

that is a bit disappointing Chico, very non-commital... nevermind.

Sorry got one eye on the cricket

[Francko]

At 10.25

I farted in the lift. If you smelled something funny, Chico, it was me.