What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock.
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Should I buy Final Fight for SNES or Star Wars Arcade and After Burner for my 32x?
For your own collection or for resale?
Which would be more difficult to get down the line?
Good question. I'd say the 32x games just because of how horrible it sold.
That said Final Flight is a better game then the two.
I'd go for the 32x titles, since you may have a harder time getting them later.
True but I'm looking at Final Fight and it just seems funner.
Well, that's always the most important part. If you think you'll get more enjoyment out of it, then obviously go for that one. If you're collecting just for the sake of collecting, then go for the rarer and better priced ones. If you're going to play, go for the better game.
>tfw you'll never get to truly enjoy a nude beach
I'm not sure what to do with hunnibuns this year. Last year we kept it cheap, but this year, I have disposable income.
With all the shit going on we might be able to do anything.
I would do more then that but he's not here.
Send Conquistadors to capture him and bring him to you.
Random anon here, but it really depends on your sexy one.
If they're expecting something on V~day, get 'em something nice. But I'd consider saving up and getting them something special on any day but V~day.
To me, it feels cliche and forced when someone gets me something on V~day because.... well, it's a "holiday." I find it much more touching and memorable when someone does something special for me out of the blue instead because of a holiday or birthday. But either way, you know your sexy one more than I so you do you.
I just hope I've given you something to think about, mate.
I've been working closing lately, so my sleep schedule is messed up.
Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search with a light,
Pick up my pen and start to write,
I struggle I fight dark creatures in the clear moonlight,
Shouldn't you be in school by now?
My spectre around me night and day
Like a wild beast guards my way;
My emanation from within
Weeps incessantly for my sin.
Most likely, we'll go out for sushi, since it been a while. Neither of us are big holiday people.
I do need to turn in though. Goodnight, Badj.
In here is a tragedy.
Art thou player or audience?
Be as it may, the end doth remain.
All go on only toward death.
The first words at thy left hand,
a false lunacy, a madly dancing man,
hearing unhearable words, drawn to a beloved's grave.
And there, mayhap, true madness at last.
Huh, I thought you did for some reason.
I dont go to school, I have a job which ive had for 4 years now.
Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure.
O Love, your eyes lose lure
When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!
Your slender attitude
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife skewed,
Rolling and rolling there
Where God seems not to care;
Till the fierce love they bear
Cramp's them in death's extreme decrepitude.
Your voice sings not so soft,-
Though even as wind murmuring through rafted loft,-
Your dear voice is not dear,
Gentle, and evening clear,
As theirs whom none now hear
Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.
Heart, you were never hot,
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;
And though your hand be pale,
Paler are all which trail
Your cross through flame and hail:
Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.
not sleeping enough is a lot like being hungover except the previous night also sucked
it depends, are you a cock-obsessed alcoholic degenerate who moves through his every waking moment dreading and abhorring the passage of time?