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06-04-2006, 01:29 PM | #53 (permalink) |
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^ yes.. yehp very god bung
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
06-04-2006, 01:32 PM | #56 (permalink) |
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^ right o.for bungalow.. "just stfu cassanova i said no mummy" . the mixture i called pykrete it can with stand a torpedo let alone melting... a 60 ton ship was actually built and it never meltd in a very hot summer
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
06-04-2006, 01:36 PM | #58 (permalink) |
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yehp.. at least billy boy has good deritive sense
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
06-04-2006, 01:38 PM | #59 (permalink) |
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Okay, new riddle:
Before I came, confusion abounded. I'm late, I'm late was frequently sounded. I'm not average, but was based on a mean. My size, in theory, is constant: fifteen. I'm two dozen steps, again in theory. But walk my length and you'd get weary. I take half and quarter steps at times. In reality, I don't follow the lines. I shrink to nothing in two cold extremes. Over a thousand miles wide in the betweens. What am I? |
06-04-2006, 01:41 PM | #60 (permalink) |
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^ a number line?
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |