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Desiderata
Posted Sep 11, 2003
The Desiderata
[....written by Max Ehrmann (1872-1945)....]
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,
even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble,
it's a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
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The Story Generator
Posted Sep 3, 2003
Here's how this works. One person writes a scentence, then someone else writes one to follow, and eventually a story is jointly written by the collective minds of all who read this. However, in order to avoid one person taking too much control, there shall be a limit of a maximum of two conjunctions and one semicolon per scentence. There is also a limit of two commas except when writing a list. Now, to start us off:
Once upon a time, there was a prince by the name of Joseph.
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The Last One To Post Here Wins
Posted Sep 1, 2003
I win.
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My Holiday
Posted Aug 14, 2003
On Saturday, I will be leaving on a two-week holiday in Majorca. Bye, everybody!
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A Poem About Teenage Angst (Or at Least My Life...)
Posted Aug 1, 2003
This world is Darkness.
Darkness of ten thousand thousand slimy things oppressing me.
I carry a mountain on my back.
The mountain has a mouth.
The mouth says I'm unhappy.
Therefore I am. I was happy before the mountain.
The mountain tries to make me happy. This is why I am unhappy.
There are none so blind as those who do not wish to see.
The world is a series of factions, groups, rivalries, factions within factions.
But in the end, we're all alone.
Ultimately, each of us is a faction of one.
There is a lion, and the lion is a serpent and a vulture.
The lion is composed of a million factions.
The lion is a faction of one.
I am not like the lion.
I am a faction of one composed of one faction.
The lion dislikes this.
Individuality is bad.
The lion tries to assimilate me and to kill me simultaneously.
It fails.
The mountain thinks this is why I am unhappy.
The mountain is wrong, about so many things.
The factions which compose the single faction of one which is the lion, see how they melt.
The lion changes, reforms itself.
IT IS THE SAME, DAMN YOU!
It is now a cannon composed of a million pistols.
The cannon fires by firing all its guns.
The bullets are laughs.
I am an unwitting jester.
The lion does not like that.
I do not like that.
The mountain loves me, and so wants me to allow myself to be assimilated.
I use my brain.
That is bad.
Stupidity is bad.
Intelligence is bad.
Sabbath bloody sabbath.
I go to the lion.
It tries to accept me.
It refuses to accept me.
I am an outcast.
The lion treats me as a renegade.
I see a box.
It shows pictures.
Some are good.
Most are crap.
I see two boxes linked.
I control these images.
I am happy.
I see a dead tree.
It tells me a story.
I visualise.
I am happy.
I see a fourth box.
This box has buttons to press.
This box can do work for me.
Through this box, I meet new people.
I am happy.
This box temporarily banishes the mountain, and I take on a new name.
I am happy.
The mountain does not understand.
It decides I am unhappy.
I am sad.
I'm not normally this gloomy, just felt like getting a bit dark for a while. 
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