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I made a promise to myself a long time ago to have a hard laugh at least once every day.
You have helped me on this front on a regular basis, Mr. Sheils. I thank you. |
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not if you are purchasing/crafting a cake for an event
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But the quote clearly states that the cake belongs to me and I wish to eat it. :'(
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He always makes me laugh with his predjudiced ways. |
My Grandad was a bit like that. He was convinced that a red hat still meant the woman was a prostitute.
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"No one can escape time, it delivers us all to the same end, you can't plug your ears and cover your eyes."
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I implore anyone with the WH40K 4th Ed. RB to read the 'Thought for the day' at the bottom of each page. They perfectly sum up the oppressive, paranoid society of the Imperium. For those without, a selection of them are here.
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"A man's ethical behavior should be based effectually on sympathy, education, and social ties; no religious basis is necessary. Man would indeed be in a poor way if he had to be restrained by fear of punishment and hope of reward after death."
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Well, which is it? Is she an angle witch or an angel witch? We all know that it's impossible to be both.
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It's a British band, so angle witch is most probable. smartass
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Hopefully you will realize how shit and corny those lyrics are at some point in the near future.
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I find that the lyrics of a great many songs seem to be a meaningless conflagration of words arranged in a pseudo-grammatical order that serve no purpose besides justifying the salary of the lead singer. That doesn't stop a song from being one of the greats, but it is one of the reasons I like parodies and songs from musicals, which actually have a topic (and often manage to be about something besides love and/or sex).
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Also, for obvious reasons lyrics from this album meant a lot to me two years ago. |
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Edit: As lyrics go, I still really like these. On the way to god don't know my brain's the burger and my heart's the coal I'm trying to get my head clear i push things out through my mouth i get refilled through my ears i'm on my way to god don't know or even care my brain's the weak heart, and my heart's the long stairs Inland from Vancouver shore the ravens and the seagulls push each other inward and outward inward and outward in this place that i call home my brain's the cliff, and my heart's the bitter buffalo my heart's the bitter buffalo we tore one down, and erected another there the match of the century: absence versus thin air on the way to god don't know my brain's the burger and my heart's the coal on this life that we call home the years go fast and the days go so slow |
More Modest Mouse from Oanst. How astonishing.
It's pop music. They lyrics don't have to make sense. If I want meaning, I normally just go by own, personal interpretation and I'm satisfied. |
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