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Shine OnIt's a rainy day Can't go out and play Don't let it bother your mind, It'll go away.Shine On
Shine on, shine on The sun shines on Don't you worry `bout a thing The sun shines on.
Darkness tonight, Comes and eats the light - Don't let it worry your head, It'll be alright.
Shine on, shine on, The sun shines on Don't you worry `bout a thing The sun shines on.
Winter comes in gray, And it has arrived to stay - Don't let it consume your warmth, Spring won't long delay.  


Only a DriverWow! You sure gotta type a lot to get to this window system in this application. But I wonder who that sad little user text file is?Only a Driver
I'm just some code, Yes, I'm only some code, And I'm sitting here in the sourecode abode, Well it's a long compilation to the assembly invocation. It's a long, long wait while I'm processed for generation. But I know I'll be a program today, At least I hope and I pray to compile, For now just a while in a file.
Gee, file, you certainly have a lot of coding and logic.
Well, I got this far. When I star


IntentFlecks of chaos pushing through the wake - The edge of conscious, guarded thought; It exists not for its own sake, But for the lack of what is sought.Intent
A rhythm without melody or beat, An object without the definition of light; It is what the eyes can't meet, Blinded by the noise of mental flight.
Deliberately they set the blade, With flush of wind it soon must fall - No chance for the farewell bade, Counting every chance it fails to stall.
It is death, this mindless muck - Life too deliberate to deliberate - Death delayed but by a touch of


butterflyAs you alight on your flowers Of hope and life I find myself wishing That your life was minebutterfly
I move closer, awed By your bright, shining colors. Blue, green, purple All shimmering
But as I watch, I realize Your life is no better than mine, after all. It is short, and all you do Is fly from flower to flower. But still you are beautiful


Horse's AssDoes the statement, "We've always done it that way" ring any bells?Horse's Ass
The US standard railroad gauge (distance between the rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches. That's an exceedingly odd number. Why was that gauge used? Because that's the way they built them in England, and English expatriates built the US Railroads.
Why did the English build them like that?
Because the first rail lines were built by the same people who built the pre-railroad tramways, and that's the gauge they used.
Why did "they" use that gauge then?
Because the people who built the tramway


ShouriShouriShouri
Someone once told me of a thing called love, And I had watched the passing streets and clouds for it. I was stranded on a broken porch. Listen; hear the crickets in the overgrown grass that brushes my knees. My fingertips graze their heads, gently, softly. Like a memory whispering across my face, And I stand in an abandoned parking lot.
Revolver either way, though, right? Nice.
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Music is life, passion is truth, technique is dead, and God is a lie.
It's a "Comanche" 357; it's a pretty good six shot. I need a .22, as that gun, while easy to shoot, is also expensive as hell to shoot.
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Music is life, passion is truth, technique is dead, and God is a lie.
A .22 is a smaller bullet, and significantly cheaper; a .22 bullet will cost ~$0.02, which, as you can imagine, makes them a whole lot cheaper.
A .357 round packs enough punch that even a hyped-up drug user will go down, and doesn't have the painful recoil of a .44, so it is the preferred revolver round for self defense. Because of the expense of shooting it, however, it makes a very poor practice weapon.
It's -not- a hunting round, however, and while sufficient to such purposes, if you're looking for a weapon to take out anything larger than a medium-sized deer, you should go with something with more power. (And you really shouldn't get a handgun for hunting anyways, unless you're a marksman, as the reduced accuracy makes it cruel.)
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Music is life, passion is truth, technique is dead, and God is a lie.
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Journal Link: I'm trying to save the world, one crappy lyrics game at a time. [link]
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I love your poems... so it's quite an honour! i hope you dont mind if I devwatch you? I must see be updated with your artwork
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let's chase heartbeats through picket fences
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