In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
Well, I'm about to watch The Hangover.
God I love that movie.
Oh, and I'll probably go buy Mark Surge sometime soon.
My buddy (at least, he was an awesome guy) GlatorianJaller is leaving BZP, and I've wished him the best.
I'm starting to find this "everyone has a blog thing" kind of annoying.
Buhbye now.
