things fall apart; the center cannot hold; mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, the blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned; the best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity
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elbow,
Wed 9 Sep 2009, 4:02,
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and the beat goes on . . .♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪
♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪
(♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪
Valin I changed glasses while I wasn't looking,
Wed 9 Sep 2009, 4:12,
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.. and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, shuffles towards Bethlehem to be born?
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Captain Howdy,
Wed 9 Sep 2009, 9:25,
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