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Karamuru wrote:

Chinese Zodiac Sign. The Goat. The Fire Goat. 1967. The year I was born.
Both a blessing and a curse.

I'm a Fire Lion-Rat.

R.I.P. Kasasay.

"Dogs" lyrics
Pink Floyd Lyrics
Track "Pink Floyd"

"Dogs"

"You got to be crazy, gotta have a real need
Gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You got to strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile

You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone."

Many of us who have been in NS from the beginning, or near-beginning, are--ahem--getting on in years....

Arconia Defender I remember, if he came I would have thought it would be helping with some kind of defense, I followed him around with my WA for a while, if I remember he was taking a break but it may be he just wanted to do something else here in NS

RIP Hollistile. You weren't hostile.

Yeah, my puppet don't cause no trouble here. Now the other one..... Well never mind.

Since Fall 2004.

R.I.P. Kriahzono.

Gather around, my fellow gypsies, and let's remember those who have made the ultimate sacrifice. And, as is tradition, let's eat.

**fires up the grill, puts on hamburgers & hot dogs; spreads a table with chips, condiments, potato salad, watermelon, soda, keg of beer, pastries, and Hershey's kisses**

Amen

Food.Real food.
Share meals with the clan, light your pipe, play the harmonica, watch youngsters dance, listen to stories of old around the camp fire. The best things in life are the simple things.

Do any of you ever wonder why so wonderful a region such as ours has never been featured?

And a big welcome to Viridi locus!

**sets out a table of waffles, strawberries, whipped cream, maple syrup, butter, sunny-side-up eggs, hot beverages, OJ, and Hershey's kisses**