The Little Flower Himself Needs To See This

The Little Flower himself needs to see this

since hes a lil bit italian

Pg. 8, Chapter 1 After the Flood (1957)

George sifted through the junk on the shelf as fast as he could- old cans of Kiwi shoepolish and shoepolish rags, a broken kerosene lamp, two mostly empty bottles of Windex, an old flat can of Turtle wax. For some reason this can struck him, and he spent nearly thirty seconds looking at the turtle on the lid with a kind of hypnotic wonder. Then he tossed it back...and here it was at last, a square box with the word GULF on it.

7 fucking period.

If you aren’t choosing 5, you need help. 

Pg. 44 In July of 1972, with the ink barely dry on her diploma, Patty Uris had landed a job teaching shorthand and business English in Traynor, a small town forty miles south of Atlanta. When she thought of how she had come by that job, it always struck her as a little- well, eerie. She had made a list of forty pg.45- possibles from the ads in the teachers' journals. Twenty-two replies indicated that the positions had been filled. In other cases, a more detailed explanation of the skills needed made it clear she wasn't in the running. She had finished with a dozen possibles. Stanley looked at the strew of papers on the table and then tapped the letter from the Traynor Superintendent of Schools.

     "There," he said.

     She looked up at him, startled by the simple certainty in his voice. "Do you know something about Georgia that I don't?"

     "Nope. Only time I was ever there was at the movies."

     "If you don't know anything about Georgia and you've never been there, then why-"

     "Because it's right."

     "You can't know that, Stanley."

     "Sure I can," he said simply. "I do."

     "How do you know?"

     He had been smiling a little. Now the smile faltered, and for a moment he had seemed puzzled.

     "The turtle couldn't help us," he said suddenly. He said that quite clearly. She heard it.

     "Stanley? What are you talking about? Stanley? "

Pg. 46     "Stanley- what were you talking about?"

     "I forgot," he said. "But I think we ought to think Georgia, baby-love."

     "But-"

     "Trust me," he said, so she did.

"But this has got a good beat and you can dance to it," Richie Tozier said.

"That's as good a way of putting it as any. Going on intuition is like picking up a beat and dancing to it." Mike Hanlon said. -IT

I saw Napalm Death twice last year (these pictures are from the last time). Barney Greenway is an absolute treasure. Just the nicest person. I've never felt more special being called a young cheeky bastard. That's the best compliment I've ever received next to when he said he liked my ND tattoo. He's so nice to everyone. I didn't have the guts to ask him to do a Vocal Wipeout in my face. 🥰💚🖤