And the wild regrets and the bloody sweats None knew so well as I: That he who lives more lives than one, More deaths than one shall die.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go.

They want full measure of all your pleasue,

But they do not need your woe.

La solitude est une belle chose; mais il faut quelqu'un pour vous dire que la solitude est une belle chose.

(ok, I'm breaking the rules but I have to. That is beautiful. Maybe cause its in french.)

 

Sorry.

 

 

Back to thread topic.

 

Place your item into a sealed carton.

breaking the rules here too to say- it is isnt it? I LOVE that, and yeah it's the French..a beautiful language ;)

I like too many things and get all confused and hung up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

From fairest creatures we desire increase,

That thereby beauty's rose might never die,

But as the riper should by time decease

We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked up at each other for the last time.

His tender heir might bear his memory:

But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,

Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,

Making a famine where abundance lies,

Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self cruel.

 

My aunt once said the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

ha! ha! :lol:

 

Sorry... getting back...

 

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest

Now is the time that face should form another;

Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,

Thou dost beguile the worls, unbless some mother,

What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross

What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee

What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,

Whatever stirs this mortal frame,

All are but ministers of Love,

And feed his sacred flame.

Think'st thou existance doth depend on time?

It doth, but actions are our epochs: mine

Have made my days and nights imperishable,

Endless, and all alike, as sands on the shore,

Innumerable atoms; and one desert,

Barren and cold, on which the wild waves break,

But nothing rests, save carcasses and wrecks,

Rocks, and the salt-surf weeds of bitterness.

grlkjn blatjhn aojb

A Elbereth Gilthoniel,

silivren penna míriel

o menel aglar elenath!

Na-chaered palan-díriel

o galadhremmin ennorath,

Fanuilos, le linnathon

nef aear, si nef aearon!

hmmmm elf talk? iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii aaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmm ttttttttttiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeedddddddddddd <<<<<<<thats called whale hehehehe :cool:

*QBert Hop* Remember QBert? :lol:

 

Everything is such a sort of stoned state... I walk around with a bunch of violets in my hand and a sledgehammer and a grain of sand in my head. I am happy.

*breaks rules* this one's too good not to ;)

 

 

La solitude est une drogue, où nos sens sens nous piquent et où notre conscience nous l'injecte.

Gov't doesn't limit the freedom of choice of American consumers when it comes to their health.

whats with all these people wearing crosses? You think that if Jesus did come back he'd ever want to see another cross?? That's like jackie onassis seeing a rifle pendant.."just thinkin of johnny... just thinkin of johnny"

But we also live in a "real world" and know that occasionally- there may be those who don't recieve the same benefit from particular product.

and in closing i want to say this, be mindful of the things you wear and when you think you're climbing up man in fact you're climbing down..the hairdresser with the scissors holds up the mirror, i look back and shiver..a man with plastic antlers presses him bum against the glass..hey man what are you looking for? I screamed the plot! the plot! Oh Lord Oh Lord Oh my Lord...

It is surprising, especially when I get up in the morning and I look at my naked body in the mirror And I think, um, boy, if anyone had this view I wouldn't sell any tickets. ...Boy, what an unproud individual naked boy is, let me tell ya. I'm always afraid there's a camera in the tv, y'know, just for security reasons and it's gonna expose me one morning when I'm in a compromised position, on the bathroom floor, all alone, whistling my favourite song from my childhood, tryin' to get my feet out of my ass.

 

:stunned: Dave Matthews is a very odd fellow. But I love him anyway. :D

where have all these people gone to?