Aaron Burr's Blog.
Fighting common sense, one expletive at a time!
Greetings. The name is Aaron Burr, and as you can probably see, this is my blog.
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- A. Burr
PS: sometimes ij get drunk a little biot
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A sample of Burr’s handwriting from his Journal, dated October 28th, 1809, in which he speaks directly to his daughter.
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Brought to you by the Peeps turned on by Hamilton’s nose, I present Burr’s bitchin’ sideburns.
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→ 22 Apr 12 at 12 pm
→ 22 Apr 12 at 12 pm
It’s okay, I fixed things. Good grief. I just bought a Christopher Moore novel, a bio on John Paul Jones, Undaunted Courage, and I STILL haven’t finished the Chernow biography. What is my life.
Duel
“Two warriors have hurled themselves at each other, the air around them chock with blood and sparks from their weapons. These games, these clashes of steel, are the din of youth’s howl at being born.
The blades are broken! like our youth, my dear. But teeth and sharp nails soon avenge the rapier and the treacherous dagger.—O fury of ripe hearts cankered by love!
Our heroes, locked in spiteful embrace, have rolled down into the gully frequented by leopard and lynx, and their flesh will cause dry thorns to blossom.
—This abyss is hell, peopled by our friends! Without remorse, let us roll down there, inhumane Amazon, to make the fervor of our hate immortal.”
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-read this poem on the bus
-weep openly
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→ 07 Apr 12 at 7 pm
→ 07 Apr 12 at 7 pm
A photograph of Aaron Burr Hall in Princeton University, circa 1891.
Today, Aaron Burr Hall is located on the busiest street in Princeton. But it still looks like an isolated mental asylum from the outside, if you ask me.
