November 5th, 2010


Remember, remember the 5th of November

(Text nabbed from kengr)

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, 'twas 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 [or By God's mercy] he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Hulloa boys, Hulloa boys, let the bells ring.
Hulloa boys, hulloa boys, God save the King!

A penny loaf to feed the Pope.
A farthing o' cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head.
Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead.
Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah!

Crossposted from
Elle Fanning

Reality mimics fiction

I just read this article about conjoined twins joined at the head who apparently share brain tissue, and can share sensory data and thoughts. This reminds me of a short story I started once wherein an unusual set of Ah'Koi Bahnis twins are in two completely separate bodies, but a quirk of their telepathic Gift makes them technically of one mind, like mid-continuum multiples. In fact, I think I had it where not only did they share thoughts and sensory data, if one died, so would the other.

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