no bickering;¬) ? Have you ever fell foul of your own conscientious consumer choices?
How many heroes have to kick their clogs
and have their loving legacies so squeezed
by vultures seeking, slack back-catalogues,
before the sad deceased appears diseased.
The fury of furores for the buck,
as...
Bronze fog bell
Acclaimed invite - the bronze fog bell,
in mid damp air, black was the ship,
revengeful diktat and dark spell,
the ghost ship floats to send its knell
(dimensions odd - vectors of wield) ,
attract to ship where doors are sealed,
false worlds invite with dusk's befall,
doomed...
Bronze fog bell
Acclaimed invite - the bronze fog bell,
in mid damp air, black was the ship,
revengeful diktat and dark spell,
the ghost ship floats to send its knell
(dimensions odd - vectors of wield),
attract to ship where doors are sealed,
false worlds invite with dusk's befall,
doomed...
Bronze fog bell
Acclaimed invite - the bronze fog bell,
in mid damp air, black was the ship,
revengeful diktat and dark spell,
the ghost ship floats to send its knell
(dimensions odd - vectors of wield),
attract to ship where doors are sealed,
false worlds invite with dusk's befall,
doomed...
Laughing Mauves
He fled beyond sea-roads, in mists;
where sirens' songs enchant sea men,
in fogs odd sorrows are dismissed,
shorelines' harpsichord organists,
betimes attend requests withheld,
conceptual forms are nuptial veiled,
residing schemes in mind's earnest,
where scopes spread on white...
Commonality
I don't care what you
have to say;
even a rat's ass
has its purpose
but do not tell me
how to write
for even that
I do not know
although wine
incites my pen
and makes my rats
scurry off.
Such a stuffy tint
of beige you like
while mine is more
the puked green.
You like ivy...
[Fog-horns, even bow-bells]
Nautilus on a cargo vessel, to avail,
devoid of an older route, and drift
his beats of abreacted pulse, to trail,
his home-land on cloudy forms, to lift.
Long locked in dreams, assemblage,
soul sails forward, spilled life's wine,
in Nordic Northern seas, God Brage...
Tagged and Bagged
It all started in Radiology.
They said they had to drain me
of some fluids collecting inside
which they had been killing for awhile
with those dripping fluid sacky things.
… So they stuck a needle in me,
a needle with a large hole inside.
I knew then why people yelled when...
Hey,
I am a student and i have a Nokia E63 and i was wondering if it was in any way possible to run a c/c++ program and see the output on my phone.
I haven't heard of symbian c++ or anything like that. I'm talking about programs that you make using Turbo c++ compiler... For example, will...
The breeze of an open school door
Creeps up my shirt and lays ice over by body.
Shivering, I put up my hood,
Melting ice off of my head.
The dean walks past
Eyes narrowed looking for violators
Of all his fairy-land rules
That are believed in like the fairies themselves
And enforced like so...
directory? Hi everyone:
I am trying to compile a program using make on Mac OS X with gcc4.2. But I'm getting this error:
fpu_control.h: No such file or directory
I have never had a problem with an include file before and I'm rather confused! Where can I get this?
Thank you for any advice!
I have a gun.
I don't have
to suffer
this depression.
Suicide is illegal.
I've usually
obeyed the law.
Well, put my corpse
in a cell.
I made myself
laugh, a little.
Good for me.
I can visualize
my own funeral--
an eighteen gun
salute because one
dropped his gun
in the mud.
That's...
If ever you met me (Occasionally)
I was not deliberately
spacey and
or
not really there
but my own thoughts
occupied any attention
that would have been reserved
for society and such
to include simple politeness
so yeah
hygiene was of course
occasionally an issue
maybe it was
a form of...
"Carp Cakeum" I heard him shout
above the crowd, like thunder
confusion coalesed no doubt
in wake of his great blunder
throngs of guests cast frightened eyes
in search of ways to thwart demise
yet none grabbed for the frosted sides
nor stole the cart from under
The cake remained un-seized, at...
Doc Watson reached inta 'is bag 'o peculiar doctorin' tricks
Put 'is ear ta me chest discerning if it was me ticker what ticks
'E thought mayhaps I were sickly er under some odd an' wicked spell
But that were jest 'is first examination, so's 'e didn't know me well
Poor Doc, e's not got a pill...