twas a bright and sunny day,
two little pigs came out to play,
twigs and stones they threw at each other,
ran around and laughed at each other,
suddenly the farmer came,
saw them and told his pretty dame,
"see them bitch, now thats something i would like to kiss"
the little pigs heard this and shuddered,
paled, prayed to be spared, pitifully blubbered,
as farmer puckered his lips,
and pretty dame put her hands on her hips.
suddenly a shooting star plunging from the sky,
burnt them all,
and made them cry,
which shows that gamblings not a sin,
provided that you always win!
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"I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time." - Jack London
If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven played music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well."
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- Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
1 comment:
OH Christ! [o.o]
WTF is this? You must be feeling yourself up too much :|
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