It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...


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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL + + + But please be sure to season that with the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Boris The Spider And Pope Benedict

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Look, he's crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small

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Now he's up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
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 Now he's dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he's as scared as me
Where's he gone now, I can't see
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THE WHO
(1966)
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Contrary to rumor,
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Footnote
Contrary to another rumor, the composer of this song,  John Entwislte,
bears no relation to   Peg Entwistle,  the charter member
of the HOLLYWOOD Sign Suicide Club.
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