Fireman Posted September 22, 2008 Author Share Posted September 22, 2008 I know this is random and off topic... but...OMG I MESSED UP THE LYRICS IN MY SIG!!! It is no act of common passage, but A strain of rareness. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gatrie: Guns Blazing Posted September 22, 2008 Share Posted September 22, 2008 (edited) the next sentence is false the previous sentence is true. *fftf spontaneously combusts* HAHAAAAAA!! Edited September 22, 2008 by E-102 γ Gatrie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Freohr Datia Posted September 22, 2008 Share Posted September 22, 2008 It is no act of common passage, butA strain of rareness. That's probably the most sense you've made since your first post! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fireman Posted September 22, 2008 Author Share Posted September 22, 2008 That's probably the most sense you've made since your first post! I have not slept one wink. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Freohr Datia Posted September 22, 2008 Share Posted September 22, 2008 I have not slept one wink. To bed, I must go. Sad, am I. For the day, am I done. My stay, I have enjoyed. On this day was much accomplished. Rest will this small star. Blink out of existance, this star will. Similar to Yoda, I hope I was! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fireman Posted September 22, 2008 Author Share Posted September 22, 2008 To bed, I must go. Sad, am I.For the day, am I done. My stay, I have enjoyed. On this day was much accomplished. Rest will this small star. Blink out of existance, this star will. Similar to Yoda, I hope I was! Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Freohr Datia Posted September 22, 2008 Share Posted September 22, 2008 Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow. Sweet sorrow?... Well... night! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Songbird Posted September 22, 2008 Share Posted September 22, 2008 HAVE AT THEE, COWARD! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Freohr Datia Posted September 22, 2008 Share Posted September 22, 2008 Ooh!!! The topic's up again!!! This was my greatest entertainment yesterday! Hopefully it will be the same today! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DeSu Posted September 23, 2008 Share Posted September 23, 2008 Too much Shakespeare :x... Horrible memories of my bipolar English 12 teacher flood into my brain... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
_____ Posted September 23, 2008 Share Posted September 23, 2008 To be, or not to be : that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.--Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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