I just like this |
This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it. Everybody was sure Somebody would do it. Anybo...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 14:53:00 GMT |
bob marley lyrics--don’t worry, be happy |
Here's a little song i wrote,you might want to sing it note for note,don't worry, be happyin every life we have some trouble,when you worry you make it doubledon't worry, be happydont worry be happy n...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 08:51:00 GMT |
The shiny-wall box thingie |
An Amish boy and his father were visiting a nearby mall. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny silver walls that moved apart and back together again by themselves...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 08:55:00 GMT |
Highgate Cemetery(west), London |
Highgate Cemetery (West), London
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 22:01:00 GMT |
Body Language |
What jewels are found in the crown of your head? Can you walk across the bridge of your nose?If you have to patch the roof of your mouth,Why not with the nails of your toes?
Can you fall into the pit ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 15:00:00 GMT |
Purely Platonic |
I loved Sally a lot though just platonicYou might even say we were symbioticFriendship stemming from times historicAlways together like something comicOur thoughts and desires were esotericFinding par...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 14:29:00 GMT |
The search |
Since I was a young man,Little more than a boyI searched for it, my holy grailThe key, which will unlock meThe piece of the puzzle, which will complete meMy reflection, my soul mateI looked everywhere...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 13:53:00 GMT |
Emily Dickinson |
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To die--takes just a little while--They say it doesn't hurt--It's only fainter--by degrees--And then--it's out of sight--
A darker Ribbon--for a Day--A Crape upon the Hat--And then the pretty s...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 13:40:00 GMT |
Emily Dickinson |
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One Sister have I in our house,And one, a hedge away.There's only one recorded,But both belong to me.
One came the road that I cameAnd wore my last year's gownThe other, as a bird her nes...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 13:36:00 GMT |
Shakespeare sonnet 109 |
O never say that I was false of heart,Though absence seemed my flame to qualify,As easy might I from my self depart,As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie:That is my home of love, if I have rang...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 13:34:00 GMT |
