May 20th 1:50pm

By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

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The Ice Cream Man has "take away shows" with Band of Horses, Fruit Bats, Delta Spirit, Jay Reatard, Broken Social Scene, MGMT, White Rabbits and more!

Also showing.. The Flaming Lips coming out of a massive cosmic vagina!

{Just Breathe}

Who can trace the invisible path of the man who soars in the sky of liberation, the infinite Void without beginning, whose passions are peace, and over whom pleasure has no power? His path is as difficult to trace as that of the birds of the air.

[october]

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

Wilco - Please Be Patient With Me

Then there is the age old question.. Why is it that it's so much easier to forgive a stranger then it is to forgive someone you love?