swear more but in a way that raises profanity to a kind of poetry

It aint poetry, but jack swears alot…more than enough for three men.

The crazier and more out of control work has become, the meaner and more vulger I’ve gotten.

Think I’ll try to cut back.

Fuck.

Merde.

“Most conversations are simply monologues delivered in the presence of a witness.”
- Margaret Millar

a couple of your sterotypical working-class Britsy hard-boys. No-neck guys with a second class education, They really manged to work in the expletives, really refreshing use of the old standards of profanity, “fooking guy, fook ‘arf yu fooker” – and they were friends!

O – and slightly off topic, this is the quote in the side bar as I write this:

<sub>“All life is interrelated. We are all caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied into a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.”
- Martin Luther King, Jr.</sub>

Fucking right.

Nothing wrong with reaching for a higher place, it don’t mean it’s all bad to have some mud on your boots though. ;)

his daddy was a preacher and it was not allowed

even as an adult I swear only infrequently but lately I have felt the urge to pepper my language with colourful expletives. I don’t want to swear in an angry, gutter way – more like Hunter S. Thompson or Bob Dylan. I want to swear in a riveting way, they way people did when it still had the power to shock.