|03-06-2007, 07:07 PM||#3 (permalink)|
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
he chose to talk to me first so you guys alls uck
We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.
|03-06-2007, 09:35 PM||#4 (permalink)|
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
get msn you loser
What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways
Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.
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