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[Jane]

Such and such spoke to the moon yesterday. Did I laugh? Would ya?

Happy days are here again, how many days left till we leave once more????

I was speaking to the mayor in the space station​

Richard- The one more than two is?
Ryan- Why not?
Richard- Give me an answer boy or it's the gallows

Once upon a time the world gave up we all stood up we all raised fists and made a cheer and drank a beer for the queer and humbled.. 'twas it so easy.. many made that simple mistake.

NARIA

Fall​

Fall​

Fall​

Darn the repenting! I lost my shades last night! I looked and looked and lost and lost and fell and fell and went and went and made my day with all the numbers surrounding my head did it change your thoughts because it made me shed my final slice of human dignity

I could use somebody right now.. I don't know how we ever lost eachother

Queen enjoyed success in the UK in the early 1970s with the albums Queen and Queen II, but it was with the release of Sheer Heart Attack in 1974 and A Night at the Opera the following year that the band gained international success. They have released fifteen studio albums, five live albums, and numerous compilation albums. Eighteen of these have reached number one on charts around the world.

1. Hey man?
2. NANANANA

Serengeti skies are blue, Serengeti eyes they make me cry. Smile at me and be for you the lost the blue the green the red

Book VI begins with Frodo held captive in the enemy stronghold of Cirith Ungol after being poisoned by Shelob. The brave and loyal Sam—who for a short time bears the One Ring in Frodo's place—rescues his master from torture and death by Orcs and the two navigate the barren wasteland of Mordor. They are overtaken by a company of Orcs but escape and are forced to disguise themselves in Orcish armour. Gandalf's plan to distract Sauron from the Ring is successful: Mordor is almost empty as all the remaining Orcs have been summoned to defend the land against the assault of the army led by Gandalf and Aragorn. Old friend, you died for me. Let me heal you with my nails.

But father, I am scared
You think I care?
You know nothing of me
I know you will die, boy
You must learn not to lie
You must learn to die. And you're lesson is now.​

Gritty determination in his eyes, he stood like an arrow in the night. How ironic that he would kill his own son with an arrow, just one year before. The boy wanted a lesson in death. He had given him one

Love me or leave me my friend. I want nothing in between.

Was this it? Was she to end her life here? She loved him but he was dirt to her, a small thorn in a thicket of torture. Was torture what she seeked? It would seem so. Of course this boy had too much pride. Pride in dirt. Did he realize what he was doing? No. No no no no no no no

-So you are 32?
-What makes you say that?
-You were born in '42...
-I didn't specify what '42 that was in the context, did I?
-You spoke of the years before?
-I am older than your ancestors.
-My ancestors are dead.
-And so am I.


Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit
Finish your prayer, young one.

The highest mountain is nothing compared to you. But I was the one who destroyed the highest mountain. And it was nothing.

?yrc uoy ekam ti diD​

• Hey man
• Yo
• What's going on?
• Just talking to dad...
• What did he say?
• Nothing important.. I have to go soon though.
• Okay... going for dinner?
• I lost hope in that.
• What are you talking about???
• I mean.. leave. It's all over.
• What are you talking about? You're scaring me, man...
• I'm going to the place we dreamt of.
• ...the coast?
• No. Hell. I belong there.
• What are you talking about???
• It's my time to go.
• I'll miss you.
• Haha, what are you talking about? You're coming too.

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you

C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end​

I saw a ghost! You're lying. Why would I lie? Ghosts are fake. Then how is that lamp floating above your head? What? Oh wait, it's falling, goodbye.

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i AM REALLY SORRY ABOUT YESTERDAY. iT WAS A TOTAL ACCIDENT. tHE LAST THING I WANTED WAS TO MAKE YOU TRIP...

I moved to the city to see the sights. Did I know about the cars? No. They ruined my dreams of a peaceful retirement. I was only 30. I know what you're thinking, a 30 year old retiree. But I hated my job. So I crashed the companies computer system and was fired. I have no money, I live in an alley. The garbage cans have okay food.. it's good because the people around here are so wasteful. My son loves swimming in the lake, but he has to be careful not to swallow the water. It's black its so polluted. He gets rashes on his skin but I make him go anyway, it's my only chance to go steal food. I had a daughter but I when I went to find her in the lake her brother said she floated away. Oh well, I didn't really like her anyway. She tried to make me look bad with her good looks. Those 4 year old kids can be so stuck up.

The first use of the term "baritone" emerged as baritonans late in the 15th century, usually in French sacred polyphonic music. At this early stage it was frequently used as the lowest of the voices (including the bass), but in 17th century Italy the term was all-encompassing and used to describe the average male choral voice.​

Beautiful larks were singing in the meadows, tiny raccoons were standing in the shadows, the scared and sacred stared in my eyes, the brave and rich lay in the stys.

the ones who allow their sins to be forgotten are the ones who I will actually love
the ones who try and fight me are the ones I will learn to hate

Man will never reach the moon. An essay by your mind.
​

-Man will never reach the moon. It is so obvious. We can reach but it is so far and-
-Quiet boy! Man has reached the moon!
-How can you be sure?
-The moving pictures said so.
-Have you been to the moon?
-No..
-Then has man been to the moon?
-Yes!
-So you are no man.
-How... how dare you?
-I call it the way I see it. You are half a man and I am your king. I have not been to the moon. No man has. I am man.
-Don't let the prophets hear you. They will have your head!
-My head? What about my arms and legs? I will still be superior to them with no head.
-You heretic!
-You half man!
-Damn the prophets! I will kill you my self!
-Damn the prophets? I thought only the Gods could damn the prophets? You are the heretic!
-No!! Please, Master Prophet, I was just-
-Great, he's dead! As I was saying, man has never been to the moon...

The ancient sources, particularly the Roman ones, are in general agreement that Cleopatra poisoned herself by inducing an asp to bite her. The oldest source is Strabo, who was alive at the time of the event, and might even have been in Alexandria. He says that there are two stories: that she applied a toxic ointment, or that she was bitten by an asp. Several Roman poets, writing within ten years of the event, all mention bites by two asps, as does Florus, a historian, some 150 years later. Velleius, sixty years after the event, also refers to an asp.​

• I'm giddy today!
• Why?
• Because I have finally won!
• Won what, exactly?
• This is great!
• Please start making sense.
• I am still master!
• You state lies again
• You state it as well. Ok, bye. See you in the afterlife.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.​

Ya know, Poe wrote that about me. I am a raven.
That's figurative, right?
Caw!

Sign, mine, fine, wine, dine, line
Far, car, mar, tar, bar, gar
Foe, show, low, no, doe, sew
Gin, win, kin, shin, fin, din
Guy, fly, why, shy, try, cry
OK, you win. Here's the gun

I was chased last night. The man had a saw. He cut through the walls and he cut through my couch. He cut through my cat and he cut through my family. He cut through my thoughts and he cut through my heart. He cut through my soul and he cut through my spirit. He cut through everything. He cut me. Luckily, I woke up.

I grabbed my knife and cut him back.​

I WIN! I WON! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! IT'S ALL OVER! IT'S ALL DONE! I REALLY THOUGHT I WAS SCREWED BUT I DID IT! I WON! I WIN! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE! I'M ACTUALLY ON THE VERGE OF TEARS! So, when do I get my prize? I can't wait! I love getting struck by lightning.

Lies don't make anything easier.
Except for finding a solution.
Well, that's all.

Enough! I am sick of all this! You drone on and on and nobody cares anymore!
Bang, bang, shoot, shoot.
Happiness is a warm gun.
When I hold you in my arms, and I feel my finger on your trigger, I know nobody can do me no harm.
Be gone!
Mama.

Did you see the new Star Wars?
I cried at the end..
What?
When Vader died.
Vader was my favourite, too.
No, I hated him. I cried because he died happy.
That's mean...
Are you happy right now?
Well, ya.
K, I'll wait then.

I kiss your cheek. It tastes like tears. Were you crying? Miss me, miss me.

• I'm sick of all this
• What the hell?
• Everything
• Who are you?
• Who am I?
• Yes.
• Nothing important...
• Cars go!
• What?
• Where?
• When?
• I'm too tired
• Shut up
• Laugh at your mind
• You laugh? Sinew and bones laugh
• You little freak man
• I little cardigan
• Nothing stands on my head. Just my hate
• Your car is stalled. I kill you!
• Mine face was placed upon the door
• Alright!
  
  We are scanning the scene
  in the city tonight
  We're looking for you
  to start up a fight
  There's an evil feeling in our brains
  But it's nothing new
  you know it drives us insane
  
  Running,
  On our way
  Hiding,
  You will pay
  Dying,
  One thousand deaths
  Running,
  On our way
  Hiding,
  You will pay
  Dying,
  One thousand deaths
  Searching,
  Seek and Destroy
  Searching,
  Seek and Destroy!
  Searching,
  Seek and Destroy
  Searching,
  Seek and Destroy
  
  There is no escape
  and that's for sure
  This is the end we won't take any more
  Say goodbye to the world you live in
  You've always been taking
  but now you're giving
  
  Running,
  On our way
  Hiding,
  You will pay
  Dying,
  One thousand deaths
  Running,
  On our way
  Hiding,
  You will pay
  Dying,
  One thousand deaths
  Searching,
  Seek and Destroy
  Searching,
  Seek and Destroy!
  Searching,
  Seek and Destroy
  Searching,
  Seek and Destroy!!
  
  Our brains are on fire
  with the feeling to kill
  And it won't go away
  'til our dreams are fulfilled
  There is only one thing on our minds
  Don’t try running away
  `cause you’re the one we will find
  
  Running,
  On our way
  Hiding,
  You will pay
  Dying,
  One thousand deaths
  Running,
  On our way
  Hiding,
  You will pay
  Dying,
  One thousand deaths
  Searching,
  Seek and Destroy
  Searching,
  Seek and Destroy!
  Searching,
  Seek and Destroy
  Searching,
  Seek and Destroy
  Ahahahaha!
• The hell?
• It's over, it's done. I'll see you again. Maybe... either way. Don't let this be your fate. Look at our friends. The ghosts, the poor, the dead, the hellbound, the masochistic, the vengeful, the tortured, the torturers and the vain. Don't let them be your fate. They failed. Will you?

 

[Jane]

Soma is what they would take when
Hard times opened their eyes
Saw pain in a new way
High stakes for a few names
Racing against sun beams
Losing against fig trees
In your eyes

And I am
Stop
And go
In your eyes
See I am
Stop
And go
In your eyes

Let's go

When I saw her for the first time
Lips moved as her eyes closed
Heard something in his voice
"And I'll be there", he says
Then he walks out
Somehow he was trying
Too hard to be like them

Well I am
Stop
And go
In your eyes
And I am
Stop
Oh, darling, let me go

Tried it once and they like it
Then tried to hide it
Says, "I've been doing this 25 years"
But I'm not listening no more
And these friends, they keep asking for more
Oh, yeah
Oh, but that's it​

 

[Milkyway!]

Anyone else not read that besides me? GREAT POST AYATOLLAH!

 

[Jane]

The Sniper-Boring Young Kids Since The Early 1900s

The long June twilight faded into night. Dublin lay enveloped in darkness but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey. Around the beleaguered Four Courts the heavy guns roared. Here and there through the city, machine guns and rifles broke the silence of the night, spasmodically, like dogs barking on lone farms. Republicans and Free Staters were waging civil war.

On a rooftop near O'Connell Bridge, a Republican sniper lay watching. Beside him lay his rifle and over his shoulders was slung a pair of field glasses. His face was the face of a student, thin and ascetic, but his eyes had the cold gleam of the fanatic. They were deep and thoughtful, the eyes of a man who is used to looking at death.

He was eating a sandwich hungrily. He had eaten nothing since morning. He had been too excited to eat. He finished the sandwich, and, taking a flask of whiskey from his pocket, he took a short drought. Then he returned the flask to his pocket. He paused for a moment, considering whether he should risk a smoke. It was dangerous. The flash might be seen in the darkness, and there were enemies watching. He decided to take the risk.

Placing a cigarette between his lips, he struck a match, inhaled the smoke hurriedly and put out the light. Almost immediately, a bullet flattened itself against the parapet of the roof. The sniper took another whiff and put out the cigarette. Then he swore softly and crawled away to the left.

Cautiously he raised himself and peered over the parapet. There was a flash and a bullet whizzed over his head. He dropped immediately. He had seen the flash. It came from the opposite side of the street.

He rolled over the roof to a chimney stack in the rear, and slowly drew himself up behind it, until his eyes were level with the top of the parapet. There was nothing to be seen--just the dim outline of the opposite housetop against the blue sky. His enemy was under cover.

Just then an armored car came across the bridge and advanced slowly up the street. It stopped on the opposite side of the street, fifty yards ahead. The sniper could hear the dull panting of the motor. His heart beat faster. It was an enemy car. He wanted to fire, but he knew it was useless. His bullets would never pierce the steel that covered the gray monster.

Then round the corner of a side street came an old woman, her head covered by a tattered shawl. She began to talk to the man in the turret of the car. She was pointing to the roof where the sniper lay. An informer.

The turret opened. A man's head and shoulders appeared, looking toward the sniper. The sniper raised his rifle and fired. The head fell heavily on the turret wall. The woman darted toward the side street. The sniper fired again. The woman whirled round and fell with a shriek into the gutter.

Suddenly from the opposite roof a shot rang out and the sniper dropped his rifle with a curse. The rifle clattered to the roof. The sniper thought the noise would wake the dead. He stooped to pick the rifle up. He couldn't lift it. His forearm was dead. "I'm hit," he muttered.

Dropping flat onto the roof, he crawled back to the parapet. With his left hand he felt the injured right forearm. The blood was oozing through the sleeve of his coat. There was no pain--just a deadened sensation, as if the arm had been cut off.

Quickly he drew his knife from his pocket, opened it on the breastwork of the parapet, and ripped open the sleeve. There was a small hole where the bullet had entered. On the other side there was no hole. The bullet had lodged in the bone. It must have fractured it. He bent the arm below the wound. the arm bent back easily. He ground his teeth to overcome the pain.

Then taking out his field dressing, he ripped open the packet with his knife. He broke the neck of the iodine bottle and let the bitter fluid drip into the wound. A paroxysm of pain swept through him. He placed the cotton wadding over the wound and wrapped the dressing over it. He tied the ends with his teeth.

Then he lay still against the parapet, and, closing his eyes, he made an effort of will to overcome the pain.

In the street beneath all was still. The armored car had retired speedily over the bridge, with the machine gunner's head hanging lifeless over the turret. The woman's corpse lay still in the gutter.

The sniper lay still for a long time nursing his wounded arm and planning escape. Morning must not find him wounded on the roof. The enemy on the opposite roof coverd his escape. He must kill that enemy and he could not use his rifle. He had only a revolver to do it. Then he thought of a plan.

Taking off his cap, he placed it over the muzzle of his rifle. Then he pushed the rifle slowly upward over the parapet, until the cap was visible from the opposite side of the street. Almost immediately there was a report, and a bullet pierced the center of the cap. The sniper slanted the rifle forward. The cap clipped down into the street. Then catching the rifle in the middle, the sniper dropped his left hand over the roof and let it hang, lifelessly. After a few moments he let the rifle drop to the street. Then he sank to the roof, dragging his hand with him.

Crawling quickly to his feet, he peered up at the corner of the roof. His ruse had succeeded. The other sniper, seeing the cap and rifle fall, thought that he had killed his man. He was now standing before a row of chimney pots, looking across, with his head clearly silhouetted against the western sky.

The Republican sniper smiled and lifted his revolver above the edge of the parapet. The distance was about fifty yards--a hard shot in the dim light, and his right arm was paining him like a thousand devils. He took a steady aim. His hand trembled with eagerness. Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath through his nostrils and fired. He was almost deafened with the report and his arm shook with the recoil.

Then when the smoke cleared, he peered across and uttered a cry of joy. His enemy had been hit. He was reeling over the parapet in his death agony. He struggled to keep his feet, but he was slowly falling forward as if in a dream. The rifle fell from his grasp, hit the parapet, fell over, bounded off the pole of a barber's shop beneath and then clattered on the pavement.

Then the dying man on the roof crumpled up and fell forward. The body turned over and over in space and hit the ground with a dull thud. Then it lay still.

The sniper looked at his enemy falling and he shuddered. The lust of battle died in him. He became bitten by remorse. The sweat stood out in beads on his forehead. Weakened by his wound and the long summer day of fasting and watching on the roof, he revolted from the sight of the shattered mass of his dead enemy. His teeth chattered, he began to gibber to himself, cursing the war, cursing himself, cursing everybody.

He looked at the smoking revolver in his hand, and with an oath he hurled it to the roof at his feet. The revolver went off with a concussion and the bullet whizzed past the sniper's head. He was frightened back to his senses by the shock. His nerves steadied. The cloud of fear scattered from his mind and he laughed.

Taking the whiskey flask from his pocket, he emptied it a drought. He felt reckless under the influence of the spirit. He decided to leave the roof now and look for his company commander, to report. Everywhere around was quiet. There was not much danger in going through the streets. He picked up his revolver and put it in his pocket. Then he crawled down through the skylight to the house underneath.

When the sniper reached the laneway on the street level, he felt a sudden curiosity as to the identity of the enemy sniper whom he had killed. He decided that he was a good shot, whoever he was. He wondered did he know him. Perhaps he had been in his own company before the split in the army. He decided to risk going over to have a look at him. He peered around the corner into O'Connell Street. In the upper part of the street there was heavy firing, but around here all was quiet.

The sniper darted across the street. A machine gun tore up the ground around him with a hail of bullets, but he escaped. He threw himself face downward beside the corpse. The machine gun stopped.

Then the sniper turned over the dead body and looked into his brother's face.

Liam O'Flaherty

 

[Luther_Hull]

What in the fuck...

 

[HBK-aholic]

 

[Jane]

I'm really bored today, so in my boredom I wrote a bunch of random crap. Everything that popped into my mind. I'm over it now. Not that this isn't my favourite thread ever.

 

[Deadman]

THIS THREAD FTL!

 

[Jane]

Can we bump bar room threads? I don't exactly want to, but I wondered that.

 

[Mighty NorCal]

lame. closed.

 

[Luther_Hull]

Can we bump bar room threads? I don't exactly want to, but I wondered that.

Yes.