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| Jun 30th, 2004 04:13 PM | |
| O71394658 |
Thanks. That used to be my favorite poem. |
| Jun 30th, 2004 03:33 PM | |
| kellychaos |
Glad to be of service, champ! 
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| Jun 30th, 2004 03:27 PM | |
| Sethomas |
You suck beyond suck, Kellychaos. 
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| Jun 30th, 2004 03:07 PM | |
| kellychaos |
Once again time to cut n' paste one of my favorite poems of all times. It may even be relevant to the conversation this time! The Hollow Men by T.S. Elliot A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men II Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star. Let me be no nearer In death's dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer- Not that final meeting In the twilight kingdom III This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of a fading star. Is it like this In death's other kingdom Walking alone At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone. IV The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms In this last of meeting places We grope together and avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river Sightless, unless The eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death's twilight kingdom The hope only Of empty men V Here we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o'clock in the morning. Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the shadow Life is very long Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom For Thine is Life is For thine is the This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. |
| Jun 30th, 2004 02:13 PM | |
| Spectre X |
I'm thinking of picking Hell over Heaven even. Why? Because I'm going to the fiery part, apparently, as are some cool people I know. And, I mean, really, after a while all that burning and agony just doesn't seem like much anymore you know? Plus, Hell have AC/DC and the Electric Six and most other rock bands. |
| Jun 30th, 2004 01:14 PM | |
| Cosmo Electrolux | When you get there, look me up. I have a management position waiting..... |
| Jun 30th, 2004 08:15 AM | |
| mburbank |
I choose hell since all of my friends will be there. It will be great to catch up with Chandler and Monica. thank you. Seriously. |
| Jun 30th, 2004 04:37 AM | |
| Jixby Phillips | Nonexistence scares the mother loving fuck out of me. Hell doesn't. |
| Jun 30th, 2004 03:49 AM | |
| thebiggameover |
I would go for non-existence over hell anyday. i mean, its not like your coming back after a few 100 years in hell anyway...
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| Jun 30th, 2004 03:41 AM | |
| Perndog | Can I pick choice C? |
| Jun 30th, 2004 03:23 AM | |
| Brandon |
Pick your afterlife So which would you prefer? An eternal afterlife spent in hell or dropping out of existence and consciousness forever? |
