Joined: May 2007
|Quote (Hermagoras @ April 10 2009,18:26)|
|Happy birthday! Some birthday cheer from your avatar Beckett:|
|Birth was the death of him.|
|Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.|
|It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.|
|He moved with the shades of the dead and the dead-born and the unborn and the never-to-be-born, in a Limbo purged of desire.|
|The essential is to go on squirming forever at the end of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven a sporting God to plague his creature, per pro his chosen shits.|
| No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.|
My father is 81 next month and to stir him up I tell him the only thing you can die from is living.
There is a pause and he says HAR HAR.
"I get a strong breeze from my monitor every time k.e. puts on his
clown DaveTard suit" dogdidit
"ID is deader than Lenny Flanks granmaws dildo batteries" Erasmus
"I'm busy studying scientist level science papers" Galloping Gary Gaulin