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Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up the King and Parli'ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;

By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

And what should we do with him?
Burn him!

The Angaza Project

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Words to live by....

Do, or do not. There is no try.

You must unlearn all that you have learned.


Saturday, January 8, 2011

the invisible man

Sitting in a theatre by one's self isn't bad at all, depending on your perspective, or at the very least, your state of mind.

You see, some of us are invisible in plain sight. Whether by choice or not, we live in the shadows of the mainstream, around the corner from the majority.

Maybe we secretly hope that some cataclysmic event will change our future, our fortune in life, giving new energy to the cells coarsing through the bloodstream to go a different direction.

If I was invisible, truly invisible, maybe someone will see me for what I am.