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04-04-2008, 08:32 AM
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Song, a feast for souls.
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"The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endless changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun."
Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild
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"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." ~E.H.
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04-06-2008, 05:35 PM
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" 'What's in the box?'
'Pain.'
He felt increased tingling in his hand, pressed his lips tightly together. How could this be a test? He wondered. The tingling became an itch.
The old woman said: 'You've heard of animals chewing off a leg to escape a trap? There's an animal kind of trick. A human would remain in the trap, endure the pain, feigning death that he might kill the trapper and remove a threat to his kind.'
The itch became the faintest burning. 'Why are you doing this?' He demanded.
'To determine if you're human. Be silent.'
Paul clenched his left hand into a fist as the burning sensation increased in the other hand. It mounted slowly: heat upon heat upon heat... upon heat. He felt the fingernails of his free hand biting the palm. He tried to flex the fingers of the burning hand, but couldn't move them.
'It burns,' he whispered.
'Silence!'
Pain throbbed up his arm. Sweat stood out on his forehead. Every fibre cried out to withdraw the hand from the burning put ... but ... the gom jabbar. Without turning his head, he tried to move his eyes to see that terrible needle poised beside his neck. He sensed that he was breathing in gasps, tried to slow his breaths and couldn't.
Pain!
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(-Dune, Frank Herbert.)
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06-16-2008, 02:58 PM
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"Kiss my wookie"
-Han Solo "The Courtship of Princess Leia"
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07-08-2008, 11:54 AM
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Not a Scientologist
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"Go then, there are other worlds than these."
-Jake "Darktower 1: The Gunslinger"
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07-08-2008, 07:09 PM
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In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.
Madeline-Ludwig Bemelmans
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07-08-2008, 07:14 PM
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Not a Scientologist
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That has got to be a referance to cocaine right there.
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07-08-2008, 08:54 PM
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dDave's Zelda Quest
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"Keep your offer and tell your master that crows can eat his entrails for all I care!" - Eragon (pg. 232)
it may not be the most creative line ever but it was so unexpected when you were reading the book.
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"Ohh! OOOhhh!!!-Oh and again! I made it. I know it. I can't see it but I know I made it. Oh my God I made it. Alright, don't give up. This is for everything. This is when I don't have to do it. This one right here is when I don't have to do it, which leaves nothing else but the one. No I don't think so. Not there. God I wish I could turn the volume-OH **** Aahhh son of a **** I talk too much. ****." - 00vega -
Counting down to Christmas:
31 days 17 hours 22 minutes
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07-09-2008, 04:14 AM
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In need of Entertainment
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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. - Pride & Prejudice, Jane Austen
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07-09-2008, 05:41 AM
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Pirate Queen
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'We had a dare to see who could eat the most disgusting thing without throwing up, i got to eat a spider...it tastes like chicken'- Dan 'Spider' Shepherd, One of the Stephen Leather books.
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The Pirate Queen! (Take that Elizabeth Swan!)
Major Motoko Kusanagi: Who can gaze into the mirror without becoming evil? A mirror does not reflect evil, but creates it. Thus, a mirror bears a glimpse, but not scrutiny
1118-3105-9345: My Wii address, i've got Super Smash Bro's and Mario football; bring it on!
Counting down to The Day I Leave HELL!:
I'M FREE!!!!!
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07-09-2008, 06:35 AM
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Not a Scientologist
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"I cry your pardon, Gunslinger."
- from just about everyone in Darktower. Yes I'm obsessed with this series. No, I do not think I have a problem.
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