ok the results are in!!!! the turtles won. im kind of disappointed. i mean all my *cough*crazy*cough* nice and *cough* violent*cough* obliging friends couldn't vote for the copperhead? oh well, posionous snakes just aren't appreciated. love,
elfy
Thursday 11 October 2007
Sunday 7 October 2007
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
by Dylan Thomas
i like this poem just because of the depression. but i dont see why he's so intent on not dying.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
by Dylan Thomas
i like this poem just because of the depression. but i dont see why he's so intent on not dying.
Wednesday 5 September 2007
Sunday 2 September 2007
Silence
silence is golden but words are silver.
i think thats it. i probably messed it up but you get the general idea.
i think thats it. i probably messed it up but you get the general idea.
Neighborhood Pets
Like four months ago we got an email from the home owners association with a subject line saying : Found Pet. so we click on it and it says.
We found a small tan goat wandering around the neighborhood. If this is your pet, please come and pick it up.
Funny right? Apparently in Georgia goats are pets. The other assorted animals on the poll live in the pond and/or park.
We found a small tan goat wandering around the neighborhood. If this is your pet, please come and pick it up.
Funny right? Apparently in Georgia goats are pets. The other assorted animals on the poll live in the pond and/or park.
Elections
i know that this is gonna tick people off but hey, if ya don't like it dont read it. im debating Clinton over Obama for upcoming elections. for my fam voting rebublican is so not an option. personally i would vote for anyone who would pull out of Iraq now, don't care what they do about anything else. ok i might have a personal interest in this (my dads in the military. he hasn't been deployed yet but it's coming) but when you know a bunch of the guys over there its a big deal. im thinking Obama mainly cuz the world isn't ready for Hilary.
Monday 30 July 2007
Water
i am (as you now know) an environment freak. one of the things i hate most is water pollution. probably a result of living, first by a bay, then by the Mississippi, and then by the ocean. anyway it makes me really mad when people just throw their trash in the ocean.
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