1 Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
2 Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
3 For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow,
4 Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
5 From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
6 Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
7 And soonest our best men with thee do go,
8 Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
9 Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
10 And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
11 And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
12 And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
13 One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
14 And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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like i believe this
“my 4 year old boy was using the computer, on the internet today, and i had him looking at some cartoon network pages, and i left the room. when i returned, there were obscene pictures all over the screen, and an icon on the desktop that said, “lethal sex goddesses”, what happened? and how can i delete this stuff, and clear the history, and cache, so it’s out of my computer completely? my only problem with the internet is that it’s so damned easy to get into the bad stuff.”
yup, the four year old did it. mmmhmmm.
Cocaine sparks weeklong brain surge.
i don’t care how much money they spent on this study it was too much. all one would need for this study is one hit of coke, and one unsuspecting schmuck.
where have i been?
well, i’m not really sure.
we saw a voodoo priestess with a speech impediment, homosexual bovine, and a bunch of rednecks, and now, i’m back.
