1 out of 10 people actually know what they're talking about.
And 9.9 out of 11 people are indifferent to this statistic.
Then again, 2 out of 3 statistics are made up on the spot.
So...wait...what?
Well, I've decided to read the Lord of the Rings for the second time, so expect comments about it on occasion.
The only other person in my family that's read it is my 19-year-old sister. Everyone else finds it too dull. =\
You will not use the Suporma
You will not question the existence of the Apple of Enlightenment
You will not steal from the Egg and Banana Stand
You will not covet the Zombie Chick
You will not covet your neighbor's Sword of Kings
You will not neglect your Exit Mouse
You will not fear the Photo Man
You will not abuse your Rock Candy
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Well, see, there are these people.
They've all got a lot of mental issues.
Well, most of them die. And...I think there's a moral in there somewhere.
End.
...
*sniff* That story gets me every time...
Abridged, that is.
But anyways, I saw it. That was one insane play. Some of my favorite parts would have to be:
"Then Shakespeare invaded Poland."
"I had a weird dream last night. We were in our first performance, and we were doing pretty well, but then we realized we hadn't read most of the plays we were performing...and the audience knew more about them then we did...so we were just making it up as we went along..."
"Die, you incestuous, murderous, cross-dressing beast!"
I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen,
Of meadow-flowers and butterflies
In summers there have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were,
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
That I have never seen:
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green.
I sit besid
I believe the morning sun
Always gonna shine again and
I believe a pot of gold
Waits at every rainbow's end
I believe in roses kissed with dew
Why shouldn't I believe the same in you?
You may say I'm a fool
Feelin' the way that I do
You can call me Pollyanna
Say I'm crazy as a loon
I believe in silver linings
And that's why I believe in you
I believe there'll come a day
Maybe it will be tomorrow
When the bluebird flies away
All we have to do is follow
I believe a dream can st
Hinawa ;_;
Probably no one knows what I'm talking about, but ah well.
Hmm, I just noticed my blog has a 4-star rating, or rather, a rating at all. Nifty.
Through ice and through fire
A wilderness of stone
With dreams and desires
I have come alone
Seeking the answers
Only you could know
Show me the wisdom of the world
Tell me the secrets of the heart
And the sweet mysteries of love
Come fill my eyes with visions
So that I may see
Reveal the ancient powers
Whisper them to me
Here I stand before you
Ready to receive
Show me the wisdom of the world
Tell me the secrets of the heart
And the sweet mysteries of love
Does a place
I see a deep darkness
And a distant town
Murmurs of unknown words
Slowly wander around
Gather up the sadness
Of the young lost child
Hope remains within his heart
As he sets out
No matter where I am
I will still be your life
I will bring you peace again
A warm-hearted moment
And a warm-hearted dream
Simply close your eyes and rest
And once more you'll see
I can glimpse the smile
Of that long lost child
There is no reason why or how
But it's there even now
If I call
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In the evening of my life
I shall look to the sunset
At the moment in my life
When the night is due
And the question I shall ask
Only I can answer
Was I brave and strong and true?
Did I fill the world with love
My whole life through?
