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There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
Fashionista's such as myself immediately recognise her hair as mid-1960s. Which, incidentally, I consider one of the greatest periods for ladies fashion. I fell in love with the style while playing my favourite computer game of all time, the genius NOLF, set in 1967.
I´m all for it!
"If given the choice to be the shepherd or the sheep... be the wolf"
-Josh Homme
"That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!"
- Calvin
That 60s hairdo ruined the authenticity of Battle of Britain (1969).
I guess they couldn't find a young woman who didn't follow that fad.
Wooooo!!!
"If given the choice to be the shepherd or the sheep... be the wolf"
-Josh Homme
"That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!"
- Calvin
That's the sixties again
funny how everyone seems to remember the sixties different to how they really were (as in mostly conservative and repressed) in fact we have a word for it in Ireland we call it the Fixties.
Our sixties from the imagination is really the late sixties early seventies.
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They slew him with poison afaid to meet him with the steel
a gallant son of eireann was Owen Roe o'Neill.
Internet is a bad place for info Gaelic Cowboy
The bloody trouble is we are only alive when we’re half dead trying to get a paragraph right. - Paul Scott
Should be "The Silencers" from 1966.
The fifties, where you can still get away with beating your wife.
I'm glad you haven't removed me from the list to be worshipped![]()
"If given the choice to be the shepherd or the sheep... be the wolf"
-Josh Homme
"That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!"
- Calvin
I never did. It's much more fun to address your views without having a clue what they are. I guess it worked until today because you never read mine either.
Louis, haven't you noticed what complementary souls we are, mine spiritual and forbidding, yours all sexless and non-threatening.
AII
The bloody trouble is we are only alive when we’re half dead trying to get a paragraph right. - Paul Scott
I do read your posts! It's just...they are so compelicatded, with all you'r big words and difficult stuff and names Iv'e never heard of.
I'm trying, I really am, it's just not easy, you know.
You make me feel like Augustine in Honoré de Balzac's 'La Maison du chat-qui-pelote', in over my head, engaged in conversations that are beyond my grasp, miserably unhappy after having aimed too high. I should've stuck with 4chan and Disney sites.![]()
Hahaha, now you make me feel like the dithering old garçon Jean-Jacques Rouget in La Rabouilleuse, in over his head yet without a clue on the amourous as well as treacherous goings-on in his own home. One day you and Strike will duel over that sexy Sparkle Pony Deluxe and I will be the last person to understand what its'all about.
AII
The bloody trouble is we are only alive when we’re half dead trying to get a paragraph right. - Paul Scott
Reinvent the British and you get a global finance center, edible food and better service. Reinvent the French and you may just get more Germans.
Ik hou van ferme grieten en dikke pintenOriginally Posted by Evil_Maniac From Mars
Down with dried flowers!
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Actually, I was going to jump into this thread, but the level of humor was getting so subtle and involuted that I figured I missed my chance.
Did I miss the circle jerk? ...... :(
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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