or to any loud cry
such as fry me, or fritter my wig
to what may you call him,
or what was his name
but especially thing-um-a-jig
For those who preferred a more forcible word,
he had Different names from these
His intimate friends called him candle ends
and his enemies, Toasted cheese.
The Hunting of The Snark
Lewis Carol
Aha. Greetings, Internet Crusaders!
I think it is best that you are exposed to that truly scrumtralescent bit of Poetry from The immortal "Hunting of The snark", An almost completely nonsensical story, somewhere along the lines of Alice in Wonderland.
Since my whole blog cannot be just amazing quotes, I'll give you a blog, ad intirim.
I have been told, of late, That this coming thursday is thanksgiving. In relation to this, it has been stated that you are what you eat.
If this is true, then i am Human. A weak, frightened human.
But on a lighter note, we are getting the next five days off of school. I have every intention of spending the break writing poetry and drawing. Thank you for asking. I haven't much to say, on this fine morrow, but i will give you lots of awesome quotes....
It's been a pleasure.
Aleksandr the impaler
"Acta est Fabula, Plaudite!"
In addition to it's genious, it is also rumored to be the final words of Emperor Octavian Ceaser (Augustus)
Random Link!
http://www.batteredrose.com/index.php
Random Poem!
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
Invictus
William Earnest Henley
