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Chris Jericho
Ronnie Whelan Joined: 07 Dec 2009 Status: Offline Points: 47 |
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Posted: 07 Dec 2009 at 10:24am |
A gust of wind upon my face
tree of light quivers in the distance a bird of prey in the cloudy sky this is the ghost of the equinox wisdom favours the dead badger as the tree of light sheds a tear the equinox rotates again as the young man dreams of redemption ABSTRACT ART |
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The best in the world at what i do
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Chris Jericho
Ronnie Whelan Joined: 07 Dec 2009 Status: Offline Points: 47 |
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Excellent work
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The best in the world at what i do
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BigStrongMan
Robbie Keane Just Modding Like Joined: 22 May 2009 Location: Ireland Status: Offline Points: 107640 |
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Very moving
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PM me for all forum moderation queries.
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Chris Jericho
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Thanks BSM. It is about Zail Singh, the president of India from 1982-87 when he was a young man
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Barry
Robbie Keane Joined: 25 May 2008 Status: Offline Points: 20661 |
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My face is finished, my body's gone.
And I can't help but think standin' up here in all this applause and gazin' down at all the young and the beautiful. With their questioning eyes. That I must above all things love myself. I saw a girl in the crowd, I ran over I shouted out, I asked if I could take her out, But she said that she didn't want to. I changed the sheets on my bed, I combed the hairs across my head, I sucked in my gut and still she said That she just didn't want to. I read her Eliot, read her Yeats, I tried my best to stay up late, I fixed the hinges on her gate, But still she just never wanted to. I bought her a dozen snow-white doves, I did her dishes in rubber gloves, I called her Honeybee, I called her Love, But she just still didn't want to. She just never wants to. I sent her every type of flower, I played her guitar by the hour, I patted her revolting little chihuahua, But still she just didn't want to. I wrote a song with a hundred lines, I picked a bunch of dandelions, I walked her through the trembling pines, But she just even then didn't want to. She just never wants to. I thought I'd try another tack, I drank a litre of cognac, I threw her down upon her back, But she just lay up and said that she just didn't want to. I thought I'd have another go, I called her my little ho, I felt like Marcel Marceau must feel when she said that she just never wanted to. She just didn't want to. I got the no pussy blues. |
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Chris Jericho
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That was beautiful Q man. is it about the crisis in Darfur?
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Barry
Robbie Keane Joined: 25 May 2008 Status: Offline Points: 20661 |
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bout afella who cant get his weasel greased
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Chris Jericho
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It was sexual
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Barry
Robbie Keane Joined: 25 May 2008 Status: Offline Points: 20661 |
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nick caves a legend
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durka durka
Davey Langan Joined: 02 Nov 2009 Location: Ireland Status: Offline Points: 896 |
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too, If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream--and not make dreams your master, If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son! |
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sid waddell
Roy Keane On a dark desert highway Joined: 20 Nov 2009 Status: Offline Points: 12173 |
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It's Sunday afternoon, and I feel like a slug
Sprawled out on the couch, hiding under a rug Watching the matches, unable to move Fear overcoming me, as I lie in my groove I'm a slug, I'm a slug, lying under my rug Drinking's a game only fit for a mug My eyes appear vacant as they rot in my head Don't even have the energy to go back to bed Don't have the energy to go to the jacks So I'll probably just lie here until I piss my cacks Don't have the appetite to eat any food But I'm hungry and starving and in a bad mood Don't have the energy to finish this poem My concentration span is f |
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The Count
Paul McGrath Joined: 06 Feb 2007 Location: Romania Status: Offline Points: 17177 |
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