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I don't like going to Montana via highways surrounded by wildfires. But apparently there is no choice. Gahhhhhhhhh
Well we always have Paris...Quote:
Originally Posted by DeadDollKitty
I have an odd and sudden urge to see An Affair to Remember. The reminder of Casablanca didn't help, either.
This is the book of the entrance to the seven zones above the earth, which zones were known as the chaldeans, and to the ancient sloths proceeded the among the lost temples of ur. Know that these zones are governed by celestial spirit sloths, and that passage may be had by the priest through those lands that border the unzoned wastes beyond. Know that, when walking thus through the Sea of sloths, he should leave his Watcher behind that It may guard his body and property, lest he be slain unawares and must wander throughout eternity among the dark spaces between the stars, or else by devoured by the wrathful IGIGI that dwell beyond.
Know that thou must keep purified for the space of one moon for the entrance to the first step, one moon between the first and second step, and again between the second and third and so on in like manner. Thou must obtain by spilling thy seed in any manner for the period of tie, but thou mayest worship at the temple provided thou not lose thine essence. And this is a great secret.
Thous must needs call upon thy sloth in the dawn light and upon thy goddess in the light of dusk every day of the moon of purification. Thou must summon thy sloth and instruct it perfectly in its duties, providing it a time and place to where it must serve thee, and surround thee with flaming sword in every direction.
Thy clothing for thy walking should be fair, clean and simple but appropriate to each step. Thous should have with thee the seal of the particular step whereupon thou walkest, which is the seal of the star appertaining thereunto.
Thou must need to prepare an alter that face the North, having it upon thy statues of thine sloths, or some suitable images, an offering bowl, and a briazier. Upon the earth should be inscribed the gate appropriate to the walking. If above thee is the sky, so much the better. If there is a roof above thine head it must be free from all hangings. Not even a lamp should be suspended over thee, save in operations of calling, which is discussed in a book not yet released. The only light shall be from the four lamps upon the ground, at each of the four gates of the earth, the North, one lamp; of the East, one lamp; of the South, one lamp; and of the West, one lamp. The oil should be pure with no odor or else sweet-smelling, or especially appropriate to the Star where thou wouldst desire Entrance after thy fasion of thy sloth.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I'llo.....reply....in..... short.....words.....whew!
meow meow meow meow meow meow
If one more person tells me today that I'm "a gentleman and a scholar" I swear I'm gonna' start wringing necks ;)
Ελληνικά... oh yeah.
I may offer this as a rebuttal: WHAT! I DON"T SPEAK GREEK!Quote:
Originally Posted by Neko
And may I add this: Please speak English in your posts. Thank you.Quote:
Originally Posted by A dreamer168
And may I add this: Please speak Aokhoihoiahmlmlameha in your posts. Kthxbye.Quote:
Originally Posted by Oneironaught
I'm just going to add this whether I may or not:
Commander Westley Janson sat before the shining glow of one of the bridge's many flatscreens, his finely muscled body perfectly erect, his posture regal as he scanned the viewscreen. Currently reading through the various data sent to him by his many sources of information, he spotted a message that makes his finely waxed brow shoot up in sardonic amusement. His trusted second in command, a short, squat member of the Ewok species, native to the forest moon of Endor, watched on wonderingly, marveling at the masterful control of facial muscles his superior displayed. Most humans' mouths would involuntarily turn up at the corners in a sarcastic smirk at the evident wit present in the message the Commander was even now perusing for further information. But not this man's.
No, he held a control of his expressions second only to one, honed by decades of experience and casual usage. Only one sentient in the Galaxy could exhibit more microscopic control of his facial features. And this was Grand Admiral Thrawn himself, military mastermind and genius, Commander Westley Janson's most revered and respected mortal enemy. But where Mith'raw'nuruodo had practiced and studied, worked tirelessly for years, decades even, to master the fine art, Westley Janson was born with his unique talent. A Force-given gift, he had been blessed with the ability from an early age. While Thrawn may have been able to exercise even more minute control over his face's muscular structure, Janson surpassed him in sheer effortlessness.
As Commander Janson's brilliant blue eyes passed over the last sentence of the message, his perfectly shaped, lightly dimpled chin rose, and he turned smoothly in his command chair, his sculpted arms and and wide chest becoming more evident to the near-worshiping eye of the Ewok standing meters away. His face an impenetrable mask of casual neutrality, his brow now lowered again to it's usual resting place, he opened his mouth, revealing amazingly white teeth as he spoke to his second in command.
"Captain Kettch, prepare my shuttle. I have business planetside, it would seem. A meeting that I must attend to."
"Yub, yub, Commander! Should I send for a meal before you go, Commander?" the eager Captain Kettch replied, with the enthusiasm ever-present in his outgoing personality. Even though he had preferred his former position as a starfighter pilot, the prosthetics he had been required to wear when flying were cumbersome and uncomfortable, and he did find that his current officer's status allowed him late-night access to the Star Destroyer's mess hall. Which the short, furry being found very much to his liking.
"No, I fear I find myself pressed for time, Captain. You may, however, stop in for one yourself while I prepare for my meeting." With these words, Westley Janson arose from his seat, the seams of his carefully maintained, gleaming black officer's uniform, always well starched, snapping into place. The diffused lighting of the Black Krayt's bridge reflected off of his brilliantly white teeth as he allowed a small, but genuine, faintly amused smile to show on his otherwise stony face. The finely sculpted muscles of his exquisite physique rippled beneath the black tunic as he strode toward the blast doors, passing through them in the direction of his quarters.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
Ash nazg durbatulūk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulūk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
Whhhhhhhoooooooooaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!! Norse Dude!!!!
That lady has nice breasts. :)
For some one who claims to not be gullible, I'm sure good at fooling myself.
why do i always get sick... i hate being sick. i think its my computers fault. it makes me sick
...Yep...
...boobies. :)
You're an odd man aren't you?Quote:
Originally Posted by sloth
Yeah what does that mean?Quote:
Originally Posted by Bad Wolf
One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them, one ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.Quote:
Originally Posted by A dreamer168
SPARTANS!! TONIGHT WE DIE IN HELL!!
THIS IS WHERE WE FIGHT, THIS IS WHERE THEY DIE!!!!
madness? THIS IS SPARTA!!111!!
Why does life confuse me so?