I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am, and live - like vapors tossed
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
Even the dearest, that I loved the best,
Are strange - nay, rather stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smiled or wept;
There to abide with my creator,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling, and untroubled where I lie,
The grass below - above the vaulted sky.
Fun? These are the people who taught me message board etiquette, and how not to just post any ol' picture on the web. Pleeease...(See? Etiquette.)
Originally Posted by Yablonowitz
You talking to me disgustipated?
Do those fingers look fat to you, muchambo? Do they? Huh? Huh? These fingers are like tendrils, they'll wind their way into your brain and tickle your cerebral cortex until your eye balls bulge like chrissy's unit at a Kirsten Dunst festival.
"Madge! Madge, come quick! You need to check this shit out!"
"Oh, my, but aren't those the softest, sweetest looking hands you've ever seen?"
"Madge, you don't suppose those hands get..."
"Alot of use and lotion?"
"Well, I, uh..."
"Don't waste your breath, honey. There's a reason those hands get a lot of lotion and look so slender, and it's certainly not from washing dishes!" *snicker,snicker*
"Who is this doing this synthetic type of Alpha Beta psychedelic funkin'?" CHEMICAL BROTHERS