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    2013

    I DON'T WANT TO DIE!
    I DON"T WANT TO die!
    I DON't WANT to die!
    I DON'T want to die!
    I don't want to die!
    don't want to die!
    want to die!
    to die!
    die!
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    ....
    ...
    ..
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    May God bless all of you.

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    Hmmmmmm -- i am thinking.
    "I".
    What iz i?? What iz u?? What iz your consciousness and your unconsciousness?? What are your memorys?? What iz pain, fear, happyness -- what iz wanting??
    Eech of us iz just a machine, a machine being uzed by our genes to create more copys of our genes. We are slaves to our genes. Our feelings, our actions, are all dictated by our genes, for our genes. Our bodys are only a caterpillar, a grub, a larva, a pupa, a chrysalis, for our genes. Genes rule -- the body dies, but genes liv forever.

    2013.
    What iz 2013?? Really there iz only now -- a fleeting moment. All else iz an illuzion. There iz no such thing az time. No such thing az 2013.

    Death.
    We know what death iz. Death iz every moment that kame before u lived, and every moment after. Death iz an eternity before, and an eternity after -- two eternitys. But what iz dieing?? Dieing iz the end of life -- but then what iz life??

    What iz the use of not wanting to die if u dont liv 100%. Wasted seconds and wasted days are a loss, a semi-death. One might az well sleep all day and nite.
    mac.

    Don't be afraid your life will end; be afraid that it will never begin.
    Grace Hansen
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    You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
    Joe Lewis

    It is not the years in your life but the life in your years that counts.
    Adlai Stevenson

    "This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot."
    - John Cleese/Monty Python, Episode 8

    "Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts
    and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more."
    - William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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    Quote Originally Posted by cushioncrawler View Post
    Hmmmmmm -- i am thinking.
    "I".
    What iz i?? What iz u?? What iz your consciousness and your unconsciousness?? What are your memorys?? What iz pain, fear, happyness -- what iz wanting??
    Eech of us iz just a machine, a machine being uzed by our genes to create more copys of our genes. We are slaves to our genes. Our feelings, our actions, are all dictated by our genes, for our genes. Our bodys are only a caterpillar, a grub, a larva, a pupa, a chrysalis, for our genes. Genes rule -- the body dies, but genes liv forever.

    2013.
    What iz 2013?? Really there iz only now -- a fleeting moment. All else iz an illuzion. There iz no such thing az time. No such thing az 2013.

    Death.
    We know what death iz. Death iz every moment that kame before u lived, and every moment after. Death iz an eternity before, and an eternity after -- two eternitys. But what iz dieing?? Dieing iz the end of life -- but then what iz life??

    What iz the use of not wanting to die if u dont liv 100%. Wasted seconds and wasted days are a loss, a semi-death. One might az well sleep all day and nite.
    mac.

    Don't be afraid your life will end; be afraid that it will never begin.
    Grace Hansen
    What are grammar and why do some think it are important?
    May God bless all of you.

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    Grammar and grampa died years ago.
    But i think u might be konfuzing grammar with spelling.
    Or, spelling with vocabulary.
    Or, syntax with phonology.
    Or speech and diction with lexis.
    mac.
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    There would haue beene a time for such a word:
    To morrow, and to morrow, and to morrow,
    Creepes in this petty pace from day to day,
    To the last Syllable of Recorded time:
    And all our yesterdayes, haue lighted Fooles
    The way to dusty death. Out, out, breefe Candle,
    Life's but a walking Shadow, a poore Player,
    That struts and frets his houre vpon the Stage,
    And then is heard no more. It is a Tale
    Told by an Ideot, full of sound and fury
    Signifying nothing.

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    Quote Originally Posted by cushioncrawler View Post
    Grammar and grampa died years ago.
    But i think u might be konfuzing grammar with spelling.
    Or, spelling with vocabulary.
    Or, syntax with phonology.
    Or speech and diction with lexis.
    mac.
    Spelling is one aspect of grammar.
    Spelling and vocabulary are part ogf grammar.
    I am not confusing syntax with phonolgy.
    Speech and diction are part of lexis.
    May God bless all of you.

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    Quote Originally Posted by cushioncrawler View Post
    There would haue beene a time for such a word:
    To morrow, and to morrow, and to morrow,
    Creepes in this petty pace from day to day,
    To the last Syllable of Recorded time:
    And all our yesterdayes, haue lighted Fooles
    The way to dusty death. Out, out, breefe Candle,
    Life's but a walking Shadow, a poore Player,
    That struts and frets his houre vpon the Stage,
    And then is heard no more. It is a Tale
    Told by an Ideot, full of sound and fury
    Signifying nothing.
    Macbeth was depressed.
    I do not feel that our life need be insignificant.
    May God bless all of you.

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    Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
    Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality
    Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
    I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
    Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low
    Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

    Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head
    Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
    Mama, life had just begun
    But now I've gone and thrown it all away
    Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry
    If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
    carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

    Too late, my time has come
    Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
    Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go
    Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
    Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
    I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

    I see a little silhouetto of a man
    Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
    Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
    (Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
    Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
    He's just a poor boy from a poor family
    Spare him his life from this monstrosity
    Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
    Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
    (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
    (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
    (Let me go.) Will not let you go
    (Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah
    No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
    (Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go
    Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me

    So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
    So you think you can love me and leave me to die
    Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
    Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

    Nothing really matters, Anyone can see
    Nothing really matters
    Nothing really matters to me

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    Quote Originally Posted by cushioncrawler View Post
    Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
    Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality
    Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
    I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
    Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low
    Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

    Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head
    Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
    Mama, life had just begun
    But now I've gone and thrown it all away
    Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry
    If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
    carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

    Too late, my time has come
    Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
    Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go
    Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
    Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
    I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

    I see a little silhouetto of a man
    Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
    Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
    (Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
    Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
    He's just a poor boy from a poor family
    Spare him his life from this monstrosity
    Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
    Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
    (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
    (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
    (Let me go.) Will not let you go
    (Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah
    No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
    (Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go
    Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me

    So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
    So you think you can love me and leave me to die
    Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
    Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

    Nothing really matters, Anyone can see
    Nothing really matters
    Nothing really matters to me
    What is it you speak?


    Words. Just words.
    May God bless all of you.

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