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11 October, 2008 at 9:41 am #376997
Sonnet 14 Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well,
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.11 October, 2008 at 9:29 am #378761RADIO
11 October, 2008 at 9:26 am #378759@toybulldog wrote:
@bon bon wrote:
yes Pete
Expect money to be needed when the sea’s rough outside (6)
A _ S _ M _
wrong again,, its …A T M
See cheesecake thread and take another one in the chops! :twisted:
11 October, 2008 at 9:11 am #378204Yep..just butting in here to say that Harold Lloyd was my favourite hero of the silent screen. A remarkable man who did all his own terrifyingly hair-raising stunts.
Watch and be amazed at..11 October, 2008 at 9:03 am #379163HA HA HA HA…BRILLIANT, CATH!!!!!!!! :lol:
11 October, 2008 at 9:01 am #378755ASSUME
11 October, 2008 at 8:55 am #350857@toybulldog wrote:
@esmeralda wrote:
@toybulldog wrote:
try and stay on topic (if you can)…………..I Thank You.
that hurt by the way……….
GOOD! :twisted:
10 October, 2008 at 10:01 pm #379161Well I must have missed the JC mass murder and collective incineration..as this place is deader than a suicide bomber lighting-up his fag in a leaky petrol-station forecourt.
Jings..think I’ll go and play with meself..figuratively speaking. :?10 October, 2008 at 9:48 pm #380519Tell me my life is about to begin
Tell me that I am a hero,
Promise me all of your violent dreams
Light up your body with anger.
Now, in this ugly world
it is time to destroy all this evil.
Now, when I give the word
get ready to fight for your freedom
Now –Stand up and fight, for you know we are right
We must strike at the lies
That have spread like disease through our minds.
Soon we’ll have power, every soldier will rest
And we’ll spread out our kindness
To all who our love now deserve.
Some of you are going to die –
Martyrs of course to the freedom that I shall provide.I’ll give you the names of those you must kill,
All must die with their children.
Carry their heads to the palace of old,
Hang them high, let the blood flow.
Now, in this ugly world
break all the chains around us,
Now, the crusade has begun
give us a land fit for heroes,
Now –Stand up and fight, for you know we are right
We must strike at the lies
That have spread like disease through our minds.
Soon we’ll have power, every soldier will rest
And we’ll spread out our kindness
To all who our love now deserve.
Some of you are going to die –
Martyrs of course to the freedom that I shall provide.We are only wanting freedom
We are only wanting freedom
We are only wanting freedom
We are only wanting freedom (“Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom…”)
We are only wanting freedom (“Things are getting out of control here today”)
We are only wanting freedom (“OK men – fire over their heads!”)
We are only wanting freedom— WE HAVE WON —
Some of you are going to die,
Martyrs of course to the freedom that I shall provide.Watcher of the skies watcher of all
His is a world alone no world is his own,
He whom life can no longer surprise,
Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown.Creatures shaped this planets soil,
Now their reign has come to an end,
Has life again destroyed life,
Do they play elsewhere, do they know
More than their childhood games?
Maybe the lizards shed its tail,
This is the end of mans long union with earth.Judge not this race by empty remains
Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead?
For now, the lizards shed its tail
This is the end of mans long union with earth.From life alone to life as one,
Think not now your journeys done
For though your ship be sturdy, no
Mercy has the sea,
Will you survive on the ocean of being?
Come ancient children hear what I say
This is my parting council for you on your way.Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars
Where we have gone you know you never can go.
Watcher of the skies watcher of all
This is your fate alone, this fate is your own.10 October, 2008 at 3:30 pm #380535@chickenman wrote:
Is self abuse included in that ? (my mate asked me to ask that i dont want to know. Really i dont)
Admit it..you’ve got hairy hands and your manhood’s worn away to a stub..yeah? :P
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