Alas, why say that?
HopelessSpin, spin, my brave one.
Spin the hangman's cord
That whistles in the prison yard.
Bark, Grève! Growl, Grève!
That pretty hemp rope!
From Issy to Vanvre sow
Hemp and not wheat.
No thief has ever stolen
That pretty hemp rope.
Bark, Grève! Growl, Grève!
To see the girl of pleasure
Dangle on the gibbet,
The windows are eyes,
Bark, Grève! Growl, Grève!
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings."
Just out of curiosity, do you read xkcd?
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"Forget the past, there's nothing there. Not even memories, just a road you never travelled unwinding backwards to a place you never came from, where fruit grows on trees you never climbed."
Thank you ~Kloudfish for my icon.
And no; I didn't even know what it was until I looked it up just now.
Something in particular?
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'Look at the moon.
How strange the moon seems!
She is like a woman rising from a tomb.
She is like a dead woman..
One might fancy she was looking for dead things...'
Nah, just wondering.
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"Forget the past, there's nothing there. Not even memories, just a road you never travelled unwinding backwards to a place you never came from, where fruit grows on trees you never climbed."
Thank you ~Kloudfish for my icon.
Cheers,
Your friend,
Sammy
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If you'll be my star
I'll be your sky
You could hide underneath me
And come out at night
When I turn jet black
And you show off your light
I live to let you shine
Yeah.. Several kids who sit near me have been sick, so yeah. d:
I'm pretty much fine now, though.
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'Look at the moon.
How strange the moon seems!
She is like a woman rising from a tomb.
She is like a dead woman..
One might fancy she was looking for dead things...'
--
If you'll be my star
I'll be your sky
You could hide underneath me
And come out at night
When I turn jet black
And you show off your light
I live to let you shine
Catherine Bowman
Memphis Minnie’s classic blues line “I want to be your chauffer” was miscopied in an early Folkways recording song transcription as “I want to be your shoebox.”
I want to be your shoebox
I want to be your Fort Knox
I want to be your equinox
I want to be your paradox
I want to be your pair of socks
I want to be your paradise
I want to be your pack of lies
I want to be your snake eyes
I want to be your Mac with fries
I want to be your moonlit estuary
I want to be your day missing in February
I want to be your floating dock dairy
I want to be your pocket handkerchief
I want to be your mischief
I want to be your slow pitch
I want to be your fable without a moral
Under a table of black elm I want to be your Indiana morel
Casserole. Your drum roll. Your trompe l'oeil
I want to be your biscuits
I want to be your business
I want to be your beeswax
I want to be your milk money
I want to be your Texas Apiary honey
I want to be your Texas. Honey
I want to be your cheap hotel
I want to be your lipstick by Chanel
I want to be your secret passage
All written in Braille. I want to be
All the words you can't spell
I want to be your International
House of Pancakes. I want to be your reel after reel
Of rough takes. I want to be your Ouija board
I want to be your slum-lord. Hell
I want to be your made-to-order smorgasbord
I want to be your autobahn
I want to be your Audubon
I want to be your Chinese bug radical
I want to be your brand new set of radials
I want to be your old-time radio
I want to be your pro and your con
I want to be your Sunday morning ritual
(Demons be gone!) Your constitutional
Your habitual—
I want to be your Tinkertoy
Man, I want to be your best boy
I want to be your chauffeur
I want to be your chauf-
feur, your shofar, I want to be your go for
Your go far, your offer, your counter-offer
your two-by-four
I want to be your out and in door
I want to be your song: daily, nocturnal—
I want to be your nightingale
I want to be your dog's tail.
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"Forget the past, there's nothing there. Not even memories, just a road you never travelled unwinding backwards to a place you never came from, where fruit grows on trees you never climbed."
Thank you ~Kloudfish for my icon.
xD I've had the Jabberjaw theme song playing over and over in my head since last night,
so I was reading this to that sound.. I think it worked pretty well for it, really.
(If you haven't heard it before- [link]
It was even playing in my dream! @_@ )
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'Look at the moon.
How strange the moon seems!
She is like a woman rising from a tomb.
She is like a dead woman..
One might fancy she was looking for dead things...'
I now feel deprived and oblivious, as I have never even heard of Jabberjaw, and I spent a good portion of my childhood on cartoon network shows. D:
I must say, I approve of your dream soundtracks.
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"Forget the past, there's nothing there. Not even memories, just a road you never travelled unwinding backwards to a place you never came from, where fruit grows on trees you never climbed."
Thank you ~Kloudfish for my icon.
but I've seen that video several times since I was young..
It was on cartoon network a long time ago,
but now it's on boomerang(that's where they send tons of old cartoon network shows-
powerpuff girls, samurai jack, dexter's lab, the flinstones, topcat, etc.)
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'Look at the moon.
How strange the moon seems!
She is like a woman rising from a tomb.
She is like a dead woman..
One might fancy she was looking for dead things...'
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