is this a good song or what!
is this a good song or what!
Pitiful creatur of darkness,
What kind of world have you known?
God give me courage to guide me,
You are not alone.
I'm such an idiot!
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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were going out tonight, out and about tonight.
werre getting druuuuuunk tongith hurling everywheretrt tonight
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
Don't forget to post some photos when you get back home, Kilted!
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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I shouldn't have eaten that candy
I hope he is okay.
I want that so bad.
damn this shirt reeks of her perfume
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
Listening to them talk is pure bliss.
I CAN RIDE ANY HORSE IN THE WORLD! MUAHAHAHA!!! Despite the fact I have oft faced my own mortality while on horseback, I am invincible! Muahaha! Try anything, buck, rear, spin like a top, you shalt not dislodge me!!!
(Next time I ride, I am so going to be mortally wounded...)
*knocks on wood*
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Naked except for a cigarette, you let your mind drift and forget your disbelief. Feel the chill down your back and the flutter of wings through dandelion fields, and forget the pull of gravity in a night without stars.
I lack eloquence and commitment to my arguments. They are half baked, and I will begin passionately, and then abandon them.
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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I feel maybe we HAVE gone too far with this...
"All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley
"Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake
Oh my god I love Monty Python... Philosophers football. Oh goodness, I'm in stitches.
This is absolutely strange, but Whitman makes me less depressed.
I would usually think such sentences to be just posing, but somehow it makes things more bearable.
If you believe even a half of this post, you are severely mistaken.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?