Quinter, Kansas
Quinter is a city in Gove County, Kansas, United States. As of the 2010 census, the city population was 918.
History
The city of Quinter is built at the location of an old railroad switching site called Melota. A town named Familton was built there in 1885, consisting originally of a hotel. The U.S. Government would not establish a post office under the Familton name, because of possible confusion with other names in the state, so another had to be chosen. The name Quinter was settled upon, after Rev. James Quinter, a local Baptist Brethren minister.
The city received some slight national publicity in November 2006 when longtime resident Waldo McBurney, age 104, was proclaimed the oldest worker in the United States.
Geography
Quinter is located at 39°3′57″N 100°14′13″W / 39.06583°N 100.23694°W / 39.06583; -100.23694 (39.065706, -100.236828). According to the United States Census Bureau, the city has a total area of 0.99 square miles (2.56 km2), all of it land.
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by: CandiriaYou suffocate all
You're dying so await your fall
You're begging like a pig for crumbs
So lick the plate clean until your lips are cold and
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Off with your own head. Change your footsteps.
Why do you choose to bury your father and sons?
Let the dead bury the dead; your father and sons
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The knife is to your own neck. Follow me.
Taste the life. Leave all that is dead behind.
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I am wretched skin in vain but I will not collapse
My foundations will not crumble or see decay
When the last candle burns out will you find your way?
Will you stumble? Will you regret your path; your name?
The dead bury the dead again, again, again.
Bury the dead.
The knife is to your own neck. Follow me.
Taste the life. Leave all that is dead behind.
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Are you dying from inside?
Are you suffering?
Progress is a choice in life.
Face down, don't turn your back on me.
Where's your dedication? Your fight?
The annihilation of your pride.
I want! I want! I need! I need! and I want!
I want for you to open up your eyes
Envision all that is unseen.
You will follow all that is revealed.
You will follow because your light is growing dim.