And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
We have no room for poets in this place. Begone, prodvcer vermin!
May the door crease your bvttocks as you exit.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
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Erin The RedThe Name's Erin! Woman, Podcaster, Dungeon Master, IT nerd, Parent, Trans. AMABaton Rouge, LARegistered Userregular
edited August 2012
Yov'll see that I'm no peach
When around yovr neck my hands do reach
Yov'll fight back, then realize yov're boned
Becavse my hands, they are stone.....d
Yov'll see that I'm no peach
When around yovr neck my hands do reach
Yov'll fight back, then realize yov're boned
Becavse my hands, they are stone.....d
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
Yov'll see that I'm no peach
When around yovr neck my hands do reach
Yov'll fight back, then realize yov're boned
Becavse my hands, they are stone.....d
To quote another wordsmith, "Ask not for whom the bone bones, it bones for thee".
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Erin The RedThe Name's Erin! Woman, Podcaster, Dungeon Master, IT nerd, Parent, Trans. AMABaton Rouge, LARegistered Userregular
Hey Spool? Remember when you revealed Psolm's secret in the thread. A curious thing about what you posted.
Remember when ahava mentioned that she made "slight changes" to some of the secrets to make them more readable or what not? Turns out she did that with mine, so since psolm's version contains one extra word than mine, It seems like my secret has not actually been said in the thread yet and therefore not invalidated.
Interesting. I've had some clarifications on this, and it could work out in your favor, but almost certainly not because of the small change to the wording.
I suppose I will post my spreadsheet at the end of the day, doesn't seem like there's a need for it right now. I'll !vote for REG Rysk, however. Didn't like his RNG vote on Day 1 and so I'm following up on that now.
I RNG every day 1...I'm actually a little insulted for that not to be a known factor.
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warbanWho the Hoof do you think we are?Registered Userregular
Yov'll see that I'm no peach
When around yovr neck my hands do reach
Yov'll fight back, then realize yov're boned
Becavse my hands, they are stone.....d
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
When you're rife with devastation
There's a simple explanation:
You're a toymaker's creation
Trapped inside a crystal ball
And whichever way he tilts it
Know that we must be resilient
We won't let them break our spirits
As we sing this silly song
I suppose I will post my spreadsheet at the end of the day, doesn't seem like there's a need for it right now. I'll !vote for REG Rysk, however. Didn't like his RNG vote on Day 1 and so I'm following up on that now.
I RNG every day 1...I'm actually a little insulted for that not to be a known factor.
Whether I know so or not, doesn't mean I have to like it in either case. You do have a point in that it's not indicative of anything, however.
lonelyahavaCall me Ahava ~~She/Her~~Move to New ZealandRegistered Userregular
edited August 2012
You managed to get rid of another Pet! How delightful for you all. However, while the Producer is feeling rather cranky with you lot, his men are still moving their way through your numbers.
Another secret was passed up to us for use. It’s a rather juicy little Gossip “THEY FUCKED ON THE BOAT!” Apparently it was believed to be Sportzboyjtw Who was thought to have this lucky turn of events. Or not so lucky?
That’s it until tomorrow. Truly, do try to be a little more interesting, would you?
The Removed Spool32 – a producer’s pet – Removed by the Group Kilnaga –something something missing a pillow
MrBlarney – Removed by Producer’s Pact adventfalls – removed by producer’s pact
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does anyone want this red vote
kime's network call was, if you can believe it, on MrBlarney.
Check page 40, you'll see.
hy, I can rhyme too!
FYI. Zandracon isn't a real player. He is an automated scripting program which has learned how to sign up and generate posts within Phalla threads.
Aww, name calling?
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
what ever could you be talking about
meatbag
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
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May the door crease your bvttocks as you exit.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
When around yovr neck my hands do reach
Yov'll fight back, then realize yov're boned
Becavse my hands, they are stone.....d
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
To quote another wordsmith, "Ask not for whom the bone bones, it bones for thee".
I think you're all seriously missing this MrBlarney angle though. You'll see!
I'll be vindicated in the end.
Remember when ahava mentioned that she made "slight changes" to some of the secrets to make them more readable or what not? Turns out she did that with mine, so since psolm's version contains one extra word than mine, It seems like my secret has not actually been said in the thread yet and therefore not invalidated.
I hope that won't be a problem for you guys...
I mean, if kime lets you guys off the leash.
I want to see how this all goes down.
Kime's (maybe) gonna be maaaaad
I RNG every day 1...I'm actually a little insulted for that not to be a known factor.
When you're rife with devastation
There's a simple explanation:
You're a toymaker's creation
Trapped inside a crystal ball
And whichever way he tilts it
Know that we must be resilient
We won't let them break our spirits
As we sing this silly song
I'm talking about tomorrows action.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4ZxxHbJGbY
I salute you, villagers!
Whether I know so or not, doesn't mean I have to like it in either case. You do have a point in that it's not indicative of anything, however.
Ahh.
went out for lunch and then some cleaning and the router only got plugged back in now.
narration will be...
oh bother with narration, shall I just give you all results?
Democrats Abroad! || Vote From Abroad
DYING to know what happened.
a short narration then.
Democrats Abroad! || Vote From Abroad
Another secret was passed up to us for use. It’s a rather juicy little Gossip “THEY FUCKED ON THE BOAT!” Apparently it was believed to be Sportzboyjtw Who was thought to have this lucky turn of events. Or not so lucky?
That’s it until tomorrow. Truly, do try to be a little more interesting, would you?
The Removed
Spool32 – a producer’s pet – Removed by the Group
Kilnaga –something something missing a pillow
MrBlarney – Removed by Producer’s Pact
adventfalls – removed by producer’s pact
Democrats Abroad! || Vote From Abroad
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
oooOOOoOOOoOOOOoooooOoOOoOOOOOoooo