somebody say something interesting or funny

no.

something interesting or funny

To see the world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower.
To hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.

A man said to the universe
"Sir, I exist."
"However," replied the universe,
"That has not created in me
A sense of obligation."

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

I want you to get up now. I want you to get up right now, go to the window, open it, stick your head out and yell, "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!"

You bloated idiot! You stupid fathead!

Gentlemen, Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the war room!

Whenas in silks my Julia goes
Then methinks how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her clothes.

Hey, don't knock masturbation. It's sex with someone I love.

Oranges and Lemons
Say the Bells of St. Clements
You owe me three farthings
Say the bells of St. Martins
When will you pay me
Say the bells of Old Bailey
When I grow rich
Say the bells of Shoreditch.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

Oh cursed lust for gold, which for thy sake the fool gives up his interest in both worlds; first, starved in this, then damned in the one to come.

A census-taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

I know what you're thinking. Did I fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?'
Well, do ya, punk?

In the west, when the legend becomes fact, you print the legend.

AN UNSPEAKABLE horror seized me. There was a darkness; then a dizzy, sickening sensation of sight that was not like seeing; I saw a Line that was no Line; Space that was not Space: I was myself, and not myself. When I could find voice, I shrieked aloud in agony, "Either this is madness or it is Hell." "It is neither," calmly replied the voice of the Sphere, "it is Knowledge; it is Three Dimensions: open your eye once again and try to look steadily."

I'm not even gonna swat that fly. I hope they are watching. They'll see. They'll see and they'll know and they'll say, 'Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly.

Because I could not stop for death,
He gladly stopped for me;

You think I'm licked. You all think I'm licked. Well, I'm not licked! And I'm gonna stay right here and fight for this lost cause even if this room gets filled with lies like these, and the Taylors and all their armies come marching into this place. Somebody'll listen to me.

Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

Well the moon moved past Nebraska and spilled laughter on them cold Dakota hills. Angels danced on Jacob's stairs, yeah, they danced on Jacob's stairs. And a single hawk bursts into flight and in the east the whole horizon is in flames. I see the thunder in the sky, I see the sky about to rain, and I hear the prairies calling out your name.

A white dress she had on. She was carrying a white parasol. I only saw her for one second. She didn't see me at all. But I'll bet a month hasn't gone by since that I hadn't thought of that girl.

You don't understand! I could've had class. I could've been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am.

Daylight... in my mind, the night faded. it was daytime and the neighbourhood was busy. Miss Stephanie Crawford crossed the street to tell the latest to Miss Rachel. Miss Maudie bent over her azaleas. it was summertime, and two children scampered down the sidewalk towards a man approaching in the distance. The man waved, and the children raced each other to him.
It was still summertime, and the children came closer. A boy trudged down the sidewalk dragging a fishing-pole behind him. A man stood waiting with his hands on his hips. Summertime, and his children played in the front yard with their friend, enacting a strange little drama of their own invention.
It was fall, and his children fought on the sidewalk in front of Mrs Dubose's. The boy helped his sister to her feet, and they made their way home. Fall, and his children trotted to and fro around the corner, the day's woes and triumphs on their faces. They stopped at an oak tree, delighted, puzzled, apprehensive.
Winter, and his children shivered at the front gate, silhouetted against a blazing house. Winter, and a man walked into the street, dropped his glasses, and shot a dog.
Summer, and he watched his children's heart break. Autumn again, and Boo's children needed him.

Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'. That's Goddamn right.

And there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you wanna do once you find them.
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I wanna go
through time with.

Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading about the bad break I got. Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

But in despair I bowed my head.
"There is no peace on earth," I said.
"For hate is strong, and mocks the song
of peace on earth good will to men."

It matters not how straight the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.

Have you journeyed to the springs of the sea
or walked in the recesses of the deep?
Have the gates of death been shown to you?
Have you seen the gates of the shadow of death?
Have you comprehended the vast expanses of the earth?

As God is my witness, as God is my witness, they're not going to lick me! I'm going to live through this, and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again - no, nor any of my folks! If I have to lie, steal, cheat, or kill! As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again.

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Look on my Works, ye mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."

We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
die soon.

From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tanhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain. Time to die.

Throw that junk.

You can see now?
Yes, I can see.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

What is that all about? Is this Mr. Tohline?

To see the world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower.
To hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.


Where is this from?

i made poopy in my pants.

we should start an anti-boardom(sp?) program for the weekends. (for the ones that dont drink and party. im not a boring person, i just dont care for that kinda stuff)

Auguries of Innocence by William Blake. Try to guess the rest.

And kudos to he that didst guess me again. Maybe it's too easy.

Daylight... in my mind, the night faded. it was daytime and the neighbourhood was busy. Miss Stephanie Crawford crossed the street to tell the latest to Miss Rachel. Miss Maudie bent over her azaleas. it was summertime, and two children scampered down the sidewalk towards a man approaching in the distance. The man waved, and the children raced each other to him.
It was still summertime, and the children came closer. A boy trudged down the sidewalk dragging a fishing-pole behind him. A man stood waiting with his hands on his hips. Summertime, and his children played in the front yard with their friend, enacting a strange little drama of their own invention.
It was fall, and his children fought on the sidewalk in front of Mrs Dubose's. The boy helped his sister to her feet, and they made their way home. Fall, and his children trotted to and fro around the corner, the day's woes and triumphs on their faces. They stopped at an oak tree, delighted, puzzled, apprehensive.
Winter, and his children shivered at the front gate, silhouetted against a blazing house. Winter, and a man walked into the street, dropped his glasses, and shot a dog.
Summer, and he watched his children's heart break. Autumn again, and Boo's children needed him.

Tequila Mockingbird? And HI MAX!! Do you know who I am yet? ;0)

Annie Hall - Don't knock masturbation -- it's sex with someone I love.
-- Woody Allen

So far, so good. This is someone different who apparently recognizes me. No, I don't know who you are, other than you probably don't live on campus. Strange avatar. Not bad.

Some of the better ones.

A census-taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. - Silence of the lambs

You think I'm licked. You all think I'm licked. Well, I'm not licked! And I'm gonna stay right here and fight for this lost cause even if this room gets filled with lies like these, and the Taylors and all their armies come marching into this place. Somebody'll listen to me. – Mr Smith Goes to Washington


Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'. That's Goddamn right. – Shawshank Redemption

We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
die soon. - Gwendolyn Brooks

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. - Macbeth

Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading about the bad break I got. Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth. - Lou Gehrig

So, who's the cultured person in Mechanical? Good job. Max Tohline is pleased, but you guys have a ways to go.

Another AE