DBD33
May 6th 2009 | 5:06 am
#121
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From: Upstate South Carolina
May 6th 2009 | 5:07 am
#122
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From: Upstate South Carolina
May 6th 2009 | 5:09 am
#124
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May 6th 2009 | 5:11 am
#125
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From: Upstate South Carolina
Re: DBD33
I just have a thicker skin than Gremmie thats all.This remains the corrupt oligarchy it always was, with only the fickle whim of the hungover moderator between any given poster and oblivion
May 6th 2009 | 5:15 am
#126
Joined: Apr 2005
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Re: DBD33
You think this is some sort of legal forum where there are precedents set and the like I just have a thicker skin than Gremmie thats all.
This remains the corrupt oligarchy it always was, with only the fickle whim of the hungover moderator between any given poster and oblivion
I just have a thicker skin than Gremmie thats all.This remains the corrupt oligarchy it always was, with only the fickle whim of the hungover moderator between any given poster and oblivion
May 6th 2009 | 5:17 am
#127
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Joined: Mar 2005
Posts: 40,070
From: Ontario
Re: DBD33
twin-wheeled existentialists steeped in the sterile excrements of a doomed democracy, whose post-nietzschean sensibilities reject the bovine gregariousness of a senile oligarchy
whose god is below zero, whose hero is a dead boy
condemned to drift like forgotten sputniks in the fool's orbit bound for a victim's future
in the pleasure dromes and ersatz bodega bars of the free world the mechanics of love grind like organs of iron to a standstill
and here we are.
May 6th 2009 | 5:18 am
#128
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From: Upstate South Carolina
May 6th 2009 | 5:22 am
#129
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Re: DBD33
That fella from Salford predicted this,
twin-wheeled existentialists steeped in the sterile excrements of a doomed democracy, whose post-nietzschean sensibilities reject the bovine gregariousness of a senile oligarchy
whose god is below zero, whose hero is a dead boy
condemned to drift like forgotten sputniks in the fool's orbit bound for a victim's future
in the pleasure dromes and ersatz bodega bars of the free world the mechanics of love grind like organs of iron to a standstill
and here we are.
twin-wheeled existentialists steeped in the sterile excrements of a doomed democracy, whose post-nietzschean sensibilities reject the bovine gregariousness of a senile oligarchy
whose god is below zero, whose hero is a dead boy
condemned to drift like forgotten sputniks in the fool's orbit bound for a victim's future
in the pleasure dromes and ersatz bodega bars of the free world the mechanics of love grind like organs of iron to a standstill
and here we are.
How do you top that? I should just close this thread now.
May 6th 2009 | 5:32 am
#131
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Posts: 1,102
From: One foot in Calgary, one in London
Re: DBD33
Guys, guys... you tolerate all kinds of misspelt, ungrammatical drivel from all kinds of educationally-subnormal posters. A well-aimed and justified critical epithet like idiot or pillock should be tolerated too. Bullying is different. And I didn't mind AdrianTO, even... different strokes for different folks anyone?
May 6th 2009 | 5:32 am
#132
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Posts: 26,319
Re: DBD33
We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
Ode - Arthur O'Shaughnessy
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
Ode - Arthur O'Shaughnessy
May 6th 2009 | 5:38 am
#133
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Joined: Sep 2003
Posts: 30,771
From: Upstate South Carolina
Re: DBD33
Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday.
I'm absolutely skint.
But I'm expecting a postal order
and I can pay you back as soon as it comes
To Ma Own beloved Lassie.A poem on her 17th Birthday.
Ewan McTeagle
I'm absolutely skint.
But I'm expecting a postal order
and I can pay you back as soon as it comes
To Ma Own beloved Lassie.A poem on her 17th Birthday.
Ewan McTeagle
May 6th 2009 | 5:38 am
#134
Joined: Apr 2005
Posts: 9,606
Re: DBD33
We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
Ode - Arthur O'Shaughnessy
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
Ode - Arthur O'Shaughnessy
May 6th 2009 | 5:41 am
#135
Joined: Jul 2005
Posts: 15,883
Re: DBD33
That fella from Salford predicted this,
twin-wheeled existentialists steeped in the sterile excrements of a doomed democracy, whose post-nietzschean sensibilities reject the bovine gregariousness of a senile oligarchy
whose god is below zero, whose hero is a dead boy
condemned to drift like forgotten sputniks in the fool's orbit bound for a victim's future
in the pleasure dromes and ersatz bodega bars of the free world the mechanics of love grind like organs of iron to a standstill
and here we are.
twin-wheeled existentialists steeped in the sterile excrements of a doomed democracy, whose post-nietzschean sensibilities reject the bovine gregariousness of a senile oligarchy
whose god is below zero, whose hero is a dead boy
condemned to drift like forgotten sputniks in the fool's orbit bound for a victim's future
in the pleasure dromes and ersatz bodega bars of the free world the mechanics of love grind like organs of iron to a standstill
and here we are.
