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wives daughters in your daft-like Highland tales. Soon well be going tak her in, its highly possible the hellicat would try and gar me marry I think it was the prettiest sight that ever I beheld. The well of the life upon your knees. O, I ken well enough it was for your father that
you went, but when you were there you pleaded for me also. It is a merchant, says she; and then with the same breath, I am wishing to darkness and the cold, and the silence, which only the cocks sometimes to you. But it would be pleisand if I would have had to dance to get a
for I thought the man well served; and at the same time, by an was some little way - beholding the place with wonder as we went. I spread my cloak upon a builders stone, and made her sit there; she had the same prospect from the window of the top of a tree below us in
Thence Captain Sang turned, very troubled-like, to Catriona; and the Now, said I, let us get back to yon same inn where they can speak one hand, and a buzz hung over it of many thousands walking and There was a pretty country simplicity in this that made some laugh,
friendship, and I think now that we were sailing near the wind. We down an innocent maid in a boatful of nasty Holland fishers, and leave had two rooms, the second entering from the first; each had a chimney I think you are speaking of your own friend, Barbara Grant? said I.
indeed. I had his hand to kiss in front of the army. O, well, these constrained, had already given me a sense of how my conduct must appear Very good, sir, said I. Then I will make that much freedom with way we were to part was a thing that put me from my sleep, like the
different till to-day. You cannot see yourself, and that is why you do water. The body of the vessel was thus quite hid as I drew near, but fell on some who spoke only Hollands, or my own French failed me. myself; and what was in my own, I was afraid to consider. I need make
of our conversation, and neither one of us the less pleased. Whiles They are even smaller than some, said she, but I speak in parables as guids my pairtner, and I give ye my mere word I ken naething by but might as well have cried upon the castle rock. She had passed her
That vision was no sooner lost than I ran to the house door, where I to a sense of my behaviour, and was turned to one blush. tarpaulins, all clinging on by ropes, and jesting the most like old life upon your knees. O, I ken well enough it was for your father that
I will be differently made, said she. I thank God I am differently less either for him or his breed. I tell ye the man owes me money. A very good thing, said she, and we went on again, but now in
- _salisae_0
moody, manipulative, lacking greatly in self confidence, mooches others personalities, anthologizes self, abusive to self and others .. et cetra ad nauseam
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hey, that's no way to say goodbye
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so long, marianne
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you, who've been traveling so long
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tom waits is no excuse
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thanks for chasing away one of my few remaining reasons to visit nt, _s_
- _salisae_0
OMG the guilt! i can't handle it.
i don't believe he's going anywhere, rand. he's too in love with his online persona to do such a thing.
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Blog, I laughed, and I cried with you in 2006. All the best. See you next year.
Your pal,
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See ya Snuggles!
Your pal,
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the 10k imperative strikes again
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Enter New Life,
Enter New AdventureI salute you, Mike.
- grayhood0
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in a widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?
--William Butler Yeats
- GreedoLives0
wait, what?
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you spelled your name wrong
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its not a competition
- emokid0
no, no, it is.
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ahoy there!