Granted. But visiting all those graves makes you have a complete change of heart. All of a sudden you view all the time spent reading and writing as lost.. from that moment on you constantly want to spend your time with friends and family.. and the world looses another poet and playwriter.
I wish I would feel strong and energetic.
Our lives are better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain,
but then I'd have had to miss the dance
Garth Brooks
sounds like my life as usual, and I wouldn't mind getting back to it =)Originally Posted by mono
Granted, but then you determine you never want to leave home, result as a home-bound recluse, and your motto proceeds: "all work and no play makes GruesomeBugman a dull girl."
Granted, but never again will you get to relax, as you constantly must use all the energy you feel.
Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius -- and a lot of courage -- to move in the opposite direction.
E. F. Schumacher
Haha.. oops.. But what is your wish, GruesomeBugman? Please tell me, so I can drastically spoil it
Our lives are better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain,
but then I'd have had to miss the dance
Garth Brooks
Granted, but GruesomeBugman will spoil your wish of spoiling hers so she's not posting a wish for you to spoil
I wish I had a bigger harddrive, so many songs, so little free space
I have a plan: attack!
Granted, but then it crashes and you lose everything on it (happened to my too many times to remember...)
i think I've wished this before but... I wish I had a working time travel device that didn't create time loops and allowed me to travel a few months back in my life and then re-do things differently ^_^
The tyrant dies and his rule is over,
the martyr dies and his rule begins.
(Soren Kierkegaard)
* Tri nithean a thig gun earraidh: gaol, ead agus eagal *
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
* Carpe diem... Carpe noctem *
Meanie! I would have a backup hdd of course
Granted but you know what? The time device does not create loops but its manual is written in a language no one on Earth has ever spoken
whoops, forgot to make a wish
I wish I spoke any language I wanted.
I have a plan: attack!
You're wish is granted, but you never speak the correct language to the correct person.
I wish I had a great singing voice.
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My Aramis Page
"And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free."
~John 3:32
Granted, but then you practice singing too often, get a very large "barrell-chest," and have trouble with activity.
I wish my cell phone had better reception at my college (this makes me crazy!).
Granted, but you fall out of the college, so it doesn't matter to you anyway.
We wish that Emily655321 would return to this forum.
If you believe even a half of this post, you are severely mistaken.
Granted, but she only returns for one post, and says hello to her forum friends, never to return again.
I wish I could feel more stable and determined with my decisions.
Granted, but don't decide to leave the forum.
I wish that I have a guitar.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Granted, but you didn't specify strings.
I wish I could write a novel.
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Granted, But it must be about Pensy and her bird Pansy.
I wish that Pansy would never die.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Granted, but you didn't ask for yourself, Pensey, dear...
I wish I could change the world...
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Granted, but you can only make it worse.
I wish I was in Turin watching the olympics.
There once was a scotsman named Drew
Who put too much wine in his stew
He felt a bit drunk
And fell off his bunk
And landed smack into his shoe ~(C) Ms Niamh Anne King
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