BLINDS GALORE : GALORE

BLINDS GALORE : ELECTRIC BLINDS.

Blinds Galore


blinds galore
    blinds
  • Confuse or overawe someone with something difficult to understand
  • Deprive (someone) of understanding, judgment, or perception
  • window coverings, especially vertical blinds, wood blinds, roller blinds, pleated blinds
  • The blinds are forced bets posted by players to the left of the dealer button in flop-style poker games. The number of blinds is usually two, but can be one or three.
  • Cause (someone) to be unable to see, permanently or temporarily
  • A window blind is a type of window covering which is made with slats of fabric, wood, plastic or metal that adjust by rotating from an open position to a closed position by allowing slats to overlap. A roller blind does not have slats but comprises a single piece of material.
    galore
  • Galore is the debut album by Canadian electropop group Dragonette, released in Canada on September 25, 2007 by Mercury Records.
  • In abundance
  • galore(ip): in great numbers; "daffodils galore"
  • abounding: existing in abundance; "abounding confidence"; "whiskey galore"

Bork
Bork
Television The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your television set -- Or better still, just don't install The idiotic thing at all. In almost every house we've been, We've watched them gaping at the screen. They loll and slop and lounge about, And stare until their eyes pop out. (Last week in someone's place we saw A dozen eyeballs on the floor.) They sit and stare and stare and sit Until they're hypnotised by it, Until they're absolutely drunk With all that shocking ghastly junk. Oh yes, we know it keeps them still, They don't climb out the window sill, They never fight or kick or punch, They leave you free to cook the lunch And wash the dishes in the sink -- But did you ever stop to think, To wonder just exactly what This does to your beloved tot? IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD! IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD! IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND! IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND! HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE! HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE! HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES! 'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say, 'But if we take the set away, What shall we do to entertain Our darling children? Please explain!' We'll answer this by asking you, 'What used the darling ones to do? 'How used they keep themselves contented Before this monster was invented?' Have you forgotten? Don't you know? We'll say it very loud and slow: THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ, AND READ and READ, and then proceed To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks! One half their lives was reading books! The nursery shelves held books galore! Books cluttered up the nursery floor! And in the bedroom, by the bed, More books were waiting to be read! Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales And treasure isles, and distant shores Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars, And pirates wearing purple pants, And sailing ships and elephants, And cannibals crouching 'round the pot, Stirring away at something hot. (It smells so good, what can it be? Good gracious, it's Penelope.) The younger ones had Beatrix Potter With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter, And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland, And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and- Just How The Camel Got His Hump, And How the Monkey Lost His Rump, And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul, There's Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole- Oh, books, what books they used to know, Those children living long ago! So please, oh please, we beg, we pray, Go throw your TV set away, And in its place you can install A lovely bookshelf on the wall. Then fill the shelves with lots of books, Ignoring all the dirty looks, The screams and yells, the bites and kicks, And children hitting you with sticks- Fear not, because we promise you That, in about a week or two Of having nothing else to do, They'll now begin to feel the need Of having something to read. And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy! You watch the slowly growing joy That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen They'll wonder what they'd ever seen In that ridiculous machine, That nauseating, foul, unclean, Repulsive television screen! And later, each and every kid Will love you more for what you did. Roald Dahl
Countess
Countess
Sevgi Duvar? Sen miydin o yaln?zl?g?m m?yd? yoksa Kor karanl?kta acard?k pasl? gozlerimizi Dilimizde aksamdan kalma bir kufur Salonlar piyasalar sanat sevicileri Derdim gunum insan aras?na c?karmakt? seni Yakanda bir amonyak cicegi Yaln?zl?g?m benim sidikli kontesim Ne kadar rezil olursak o kadar iyi Kumkap? meyhanelerine dadand?k Onumuzde Alt?nbas, Alt?n Zincir, fasulye pilakisi Ard?m?zda gorevliler, ekipler, H?z?r Pasalar Sabahlar? ac?klarda bulurlard? lesimi Oyle s?cakt? ki copculerin elleri Copculerin elleriyle oksard?m seni Yaln?zl?g?m benim supurge sacl?m Ne kadar kotu kokarsak o kadar iyi Bakt?m gokte bir k?rm?z? bir ucak Bol celik bol y?ld?z bol insan Bir gece Sevgi Duvar?n? ast?k Dustugum yer oyle ac?k secik ki Basucumda bi sen vars?n bi de evren Saym?yorum olup olup dirilttiklerimi Yaln?zl?g?m benim cogul turkulerim Ne kadar yalans?z yasarsak o kadar iyi Can Yucel The Wall of Love Was it you or your loneliness In the blind dark we opened bleary eyes Last night's curses on our lips We would frequent art-lesbian-lovers, Galleries and public places My daily care was to remove you into the midst of men An ammoniac flower in your button hole My loneliness my incontinent countess The lower we sink the better We loitered in the pubs at Kumkapg With beanstew, beer and wine before us And police battalions behind us; in the mornings My Guardian Saints would find my carcass in the gutters Hot as the garbage-collecfors' hands, With their hands i caressed you. My loneliness my bristle-haired beauty, The higher we stink the better I looked in the sky a red flash a plane Steel and stars and human beings galore One night we leapt the Wall of love Where I fell was so clear so open You and the universe at my side. Uncountable my deaths, their resurrections. O loneliness my many songs The more we can live without lies the better

blinds galore
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