We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring – We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – We passed the Setting Sun –

We slowly drove – He knew no haste

And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb -

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

How public – like a Frog –  To tell one’s name – the livelong June –  To an admiring Bog!

Emily Dickinson

To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.

"It isn't fair, it isn't right,"

Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.

Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones.

"It's not the way it used to be." Old Man Warner said clearly. "People ain't the way they used to be."

you help little Dave.

"It wasn't fair," Tessie said.

"Some places have already quit lotteries." Mrs. Adams said. "Nothing but trouble in that," Old Man Warner said stoutly. "Pack of young fools."

ear her laughed.

"Seems like there's no time at all between lotteries any more." Mrs. Delacroix said to Mrs. Graves in the back row. "Seems like we got through with the last one only last week."

"Now, I'll read the names--heads of families first--and the men come up and take a paper out of the box.

"Well, now." Mr. Summers said soberly, "guess we better get started, get this over with, so's we can go back to work. Anybody ain't here?"

"Wouldn't have me leave m'dishes in the sink, now, would you. Joe?,"

but now that the population was more than three hundred and likely to keep on growing, it was necessary to use something that would fit more easily into he black box.

slips of paper substituted for the chips of wood that had been used for generations

Bobby Martin had already stuffed his pockets full of stones, and the other boys soon followed his example

The Lottery--Shirley Jackson"The Lottery" (1948)by Shirley JacksonThe morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o'clock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 2th. but in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours, so it could begin at ten o'clock in the morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner.

"Morris said the things happened so naturally," said his father, "that you might, if you so wished, attribute it to coincidence."

"Well, I don't see the money," said his son, as he picked it up and placed it on the table, "and I bet I never shall."

He took the paw, and dangling it between his front finger and thumb, suddenly threw it upon the fire. White, with a slight cry, stooped down and snatched it off. "Better let it burn," said the soldier solemnly. "If you don't want it, Morris," said the old man, "give it to me."

"I don't know what the first two were, but the third was for death.

"It had a spell put on it by an old fakir," said the sergeant major, "a very holy man. He wanted to show that fate ruled people's lives, and that those who interfered with it did so to their sorrow. He put a spell on it so that three separate men could each have three wishes from it."

"I expect you'll find the cash tied up in a big bag in the middle of your bed," said Herbert, as he bade them good night, "and something horrible squatting up on top of the wardrobe watching you as you pocket your ill-gotten gains."

"Herbert will have some more of his funny remarks, I expect, when he comes home," she said, as they sat at dinner.

"Oh, thank God!" said the old woman, clasping her hands. "Thank God for that! Thank--" She broke off suddenly as the sinister meaning of the assurance dawned upon her and she saw the awful confirmation of her fears in the other's averted face.

He heard the creaking of the bolt as it came slowly back, and at the same moment, he found the monkey's paw, and frantically breathed his third and last wish.

"Hark at the wind," said Mr. White, who, having seen a fatal mistake after it was too late, was amiably desirous of preventing his son from seeing it.

Ask me how I'm really doin' So I never have to press that 911

There's more fish in the sea But I never had a goldfish to begin with

I need love, do you got some I could borrow? Fuck it, I can find some tomorrow Woah, but that never comes Like a vasectomy, what have I done?

My partner is a shadow

I know you sick of me talkin' 'bout cars (skrrt) But what the fuck else do you want from me? That is the only thing keepin' me company Purchase some things until I'm annoyed These items is fillin' the void Been feelin' it for so long

Writin' songs about these people Who do not exist, he's such a fuckin' phony

They say the loudest in the room is weak That's what they assume, but I disagree I say the loudest in the room Is prolly the loneliest one in the room (it's me)

Old lonely ass nigga... need to go and get some bitches or something

I can't even lie, I've been lonely as fuck

I'm the loneliest man alive But I keep on dancin' to throw 'em off I'm gon' run out of moves 'cause I can't groove to the blues

Five car garage Full tank of the gas But that don't mean nothin', nothin' Nothin', nothin', without you shotgunnin' the passenger

Woke up in the burbs, burbs With the the birds, birds Where you used to come and get me with the swerve, swerve

Ring, ring, ring

Please bling my line, you know I'll answer

Sippin' on that lemonade, I need a Beyoncé

My thirst levels are infinity and beyond

I've been lookin' for a keeper,

Roar Katy Perry Featured lyrics Centuries Fall Out Boy Hey Mama David Guetta Habits Tove Lo Superheroes The Script Heartbeat Song Kelly Clarkson Ayo Chris Brown Riptide Vance Joy The Heart Wants What It Wants Selena Gomez Sledgehammer Fifth Harmony var songid = 1043531; var width_correct = '0px'; var width_like = '0px'; window.song_id = '1043531'; window.song_name = "Chained To The Rhythm"; window.band_name = "Katy Perry"; translated from English to English Katy Perry – Chained To The Rhythm Lyrics Translation in progress. Please wait... [Verse 1: Katy Perry]Are we crazy?Living our lives through a lensTrapped in our white picket fenceLike ornamentsSo comfortable, we're living in a bubble, bubbleSo comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, troubleAren't you lonelyUp there in utopiaWhere nothing will ever be enough?Happily numbSo comfortable, we're living in a bubble, bubbleSo comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, trouble[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]So put your rose-colored glasses onAnd party on[Chorus: Katy Perry]Turn it up, it's your favorite song

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