Time! Give Me Time!
Notes for point:- my apologies, again, for being such a slack arse
- thanx jj, again, for providing adequate links to important sporting events that keep people such as myself happy
- uni actually isn't 2 shabby...
- high hopes for 'this' blog
- i want my carpet back
- i want to eat my lasagne
- i want chocolate
- i want time
- my anthropology lecturer is a nutter, quote "Violet's are red, roses are blue, I'm a schitzophrenic and so am I."
- Anderton has launched Schizophrenia Awareness Week just in time...
More soon...
posted by TMonkey @ 3/13/2006 07:18:00 PM
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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
the frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the maxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
As in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came.
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack.
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"Has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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