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And now, a poem. I am far to shallow to write my own, so I shall bask in the reflected sophistication of this one!| Percy Bysshe Shelley Wrote: |
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Ozymandius I met a traveler from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert... Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal these words appear: My name is Ozymandius, King of Kings, Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. |
If I'm being ironic about being ironic about being ironic ad infitem, does there come a point when it stops being tired and dull and becomes interesting and witty? God I hope so or I'm screwed.
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[quote="finalkeyblader"]Constant ignorance just angers me so much[...]And belonging to a religion doesn't mean you have to be nice.
Buddhists kill everyone because "Their God told them to."[/quote]
▲I don't endorse that, dammit.▲









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