The Pilgrim and the TowerThe Pilgrim and the TowerThe Pilgrim and the Tower
A dark and stormy night it was. The pilgrim Wandered, lost and weary, through the wood. Beset by brambles, bloodied, drenched by storm, He stumbled on until he spied a tower Rising through the tangle, like a gift From heaven, guiding him from danger’s way.
So toward the tower’s light he made his way Through thickets, ’til at last the battered pilgrim Reached a castle. Glad to trade his gift Of song for haven from that twisted wood, He hoarsely cried, “Good master of the tower, Pity, grant me shelter from
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Arguing on the internet is like running in the Special Olympics...
Even if you win...
You're still retarded...
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I put them all in black, the four walls of my bedroom
And I trimmed them in red, peeled your picture off the wall
And I'm living in lack of the blood sent from your heartbeat
That arrived in your neck every time I salivated over you.
--Alkaline Trio
We are pebbles washed by the same ocean.
We are leaves brushed by the same wind.
We are clouds moving together.
We are artists.
Al
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Ahh yes, the moosefish... the greatest creature to ever roam the oceanforest.
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