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...Medeiros, archbishop of Boston. Although Medeiros has been silent on most social issues, he said in a letter read in many area parishes Sunday supporters of Shannon or Frank--who favor Medicaid funding for abortions--"cannot separate themselves totally from that guilt which accompanies this horrendous crime and deadly sin...
...only looking to get away from women but from women as metaphor. This nexus is made explicit on the next track, an acid blues number called "Down in the Hole." When you're down in the hole, there's nothing to protect you from the world of sin, sickness and insanity: "Looking for cover, you will find that there is nowhere nowhere nowaaaaargh to go." Jagger is talking about nothing less than the great primordial woman-hole'; in "Down in the Hole" he makes clear what he's been implying all along. Sex is both the sum of experience...
...only looking to get away from women but from women as metaphor. This nexus is made explicit on the next track, an acid blues number called "Down in the Hole." When you're down in the hole, there's nothing to protect you from the world of sin, sickness and insanity: "Looking for cover, you will find that there is nowhere nowhere nowaaaaargh to go." Jagger is talking about nothing less than the great primordial woman-hole'; in "Down in the Hole" he makes clear what he's been implying all along. Sex is both the sum of experience...
...only looking to get away from women but from women as metaphor. This nexus is made explicit on the next track, an acid blues number called "Down in the Hole." When you're down in the hole, there's nothing to protect you from the world of sin, sickness and insanity: "Looking for cover, you will find that there is nowhere nowhere nowaaaaargh to go." Jagger is talking about nothing less than the great primordial woman-hole'; in "Down in the Hole" he makes clear what he's been implying all along. Sex is both the sum of experience...
Americans might even honor the exuberant, slightly bizarre poetry of their commercial muse. Two or three generations ago, the national laureate might have been the anonymous bard who wrote the Burma Shave roadside quatrains ("In this vale/ Of toil and sin/ Your head grows bald/ But not your chin/ Burma Shave.") The beer commercial ("You've danced all day on a pool of fire," or some such: "Now Comes Miller Time!") has invented a sort of macho haiku that might turn into a national verse form...