quotation debate

[12"razormix]

if I look down this road
it's not so old, I know
ain't it white like snow
but somehow painted gold
and when I'm lost and torn
a soldier of orange, I
like a roll in snow

dandy warhols

[zero]

oh, blue jean - is heaven any sweeter than blue jean
she got a police bike
she got a turned up nose

- db

[12"razormix]

it's a blue sky
it's a while cloud
it's a flame
it's a blue sky
white cloud
burning flame

sm.

[zero]

'my feet are moorgate, and my heart
under my feet. after the event
he wept. he promised "a new start."
i made no comment. what should i resent?'
"on margate sands.
i can connect
nothing with nothing.
the broken fingernails of dirty hands.
my people humble people who expect
nothing."
la
la

to carthage then i came

burning burning burning burning
o lord thou pluckest me out
o lord thou pluckest

burning

- t. s. eliot

[12"razormix]

Love gives me poetry
Stays up all night and puts a curse on me
Oh anything you want
Turn around and I’ll take you there
I know it’s going to be
Take your shackles off o’ me
This city’s gone, I’m gone over there
Kick it in, kick it in
Build it up and burn it down again
Kick it in, kick it in
Burn down to the ground
Kick it in, kick it in
Tell me about this place you’ve been
I don’t want it there’s a fever going around
Take a walk down town
See what’s going on
If you want to find a hidden key
There’s nothing here on me
Any city, anywhere
Any colour I don’t care
You belong to me
And that’s the way it’s gonna be
Kick it in, kick it in
Yeah kick it in, kick it in
Raise it up and let it live again
Feel your body shake and take off
You can lie but keep it in
Keep me down here wondering
So what’s it going to be
Come on in
I like the shape you’re in
You keep me wondering, wondering, wondering
Eyes upon you black and brown
Spread your love all over town
Give me fire, body heat
Say hello to me
I want to go anywhere
Any colour I don’t care
Don’t believe in all you see
And don’t get caught
Kick it in, kick it in
Tell me about this love you’ve been
Kick it in, kick it in
Turn this life around
Kick it in, kick it in
Shake the ghosts from deep within
Close the door down
Don’t let the demons in
Kick it in, kick it in
I only want to be your friend
Put your hands in my hand
And take off with me
Listen baby, I’m going home
I’m going home
I’m going home
Come on walk with me
Cause I know what I see
Kick it in
Kick it in, kick it in
Tell me ’bout the place you’re in
I’ve got a new gold dream
I’m moving on, I’m moving on
You’re moving on, you’re moving on
You’re moving on, yeah
Kick it in, kick it in

[zero]

dale, you giblet head. it's already 110 degrees and if it gets one degree hotter i'm gonna kick your ass!

- hank hill

[12"razormix]

Honey, calm down. If you have a stroke, who will help me take care of Bobby?

Peggy Hill

[zero]

^honey


sometimes when i feel like killing someone, i do a little trick to calm myself down. i'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. when the person comes to the door i'm gone, but you know what i've left on the porch? a jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that says:

"you."

after that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.

- jack handy

[12"razormix]

We know that dictators are quick to choose aggression, while free nations strive to resolve differences in peace.

George W. Bush

[trisherina]

THEY bear, in place of classic names,
Letters and numbers on their skin.
They play their grisly blindfold games
In little boxes made of tin.
Sometimes they stalk the Zeppelin,
Sometimes they learn where mines are laid
Or where the Baltic ice is thin.
That is the custom of “The Trade.”
Few prize-courts sit upon their claims.
They seldom tow their targets in.
They follow certain secret aims
Down under, far from strife or din.
When they are ready to begin
No flag is flown, no fuss is made
More than the shearing of a pin.
That is the custom of “The Trade.”

The Scout’s quadruple funnel flames
A mark from Sweden to the Swin,
The Cruiser’s thundrous screw proclaims
Her comings out and goings in:
But only whiffs of paraffin
Or creamy rings that fizz and fade
Show where the one-eyed Death has been.
That is the custom of “The Trade.”

Their feats, their fortunes and their fames
Are hidden from their nearest kin;
No eager public backs or blames,
No journal prints the yarns they spin
(The Censor would not let it in!)
When they return from run or raid.
Unheard they work, unseen they win.
That is the custom of “The Trade."

-- Rudyard Kipling

[zero]

i could not tread these perilous paths in safety if i did not keep a saving sense of humor

- admiral lord nelson

[12"razormix]

It is safe to make a choice of your thoughts, scarcely ever safe to express them all.

Isaac Barrow

[zero]

silence

.is
a
looking

bird:the

turn
ing;edge,of
life

(inquiry before snow

- e.e. cummings

[12"razormix]

blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.

george eliot

[trisherina]

I do know that the slickest way to lie is to tell the right amount of truth at the right time and then shut up.

-- Robert Heinlein (as Jubal Harshaw)