That's extraordinary... Y'know, I myself have been 15. I've also been 22. What a tiny, tiny little todger of a world it is we live in, eh? Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Sumbitchin' Sumbitch of all Sumbitches ! You ... You... You free spirit, You...! You're Crazy...!!!!! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! I'm 41... .
...and man, do you ever act like it...! hee hee hee...!!! You walked right inna that one, brother...! sorry... couldn't resist. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
I'm 16 and to anyone who has seen the picture thread mark II. do you agree that sargeantlard does not look 56??
I'm 9 I'm just not very sure what "I" is, and how do you apply time to it. Every day there's a slightly different "I", and as whitewolf said, most parts of me have been around for at least 4.5 billion years, but if we look into energy that makes up my structure, then I'm here since the beginning of this universe.
Stirs its ashes and embers, its burnt sticks An eye powdered over, half melted and solid again Ponders Ideas that collapse At the first touch of attention The light at the window, so square and so same So full-strong as ever, the window frame A scaffold in space, for eyes to lean on Supporting the body, shaped to its old work Making small movements in gray air Numbed from the blurred accident Of having lived, the fatal, real injury Under the amnesia Something tries to save itself-searches For defenses-but words evade Like flies with their own notions Old age slowly gets dressed Heavily dosed with death's night Sits on the bed's edge Pulls its pieces together Loosely tucks in its shirt Ted Hughes THESE shriveled sinews and this bending frame, The workmanship of Time's strong hand proclaim; Skilled to reverse whate'er the gods create, And make that crooked which they fashion straight. Hard choice for man, to die -- or else to be That tottering, wretched, wrinkled thing you see: Age then we all prefer; for age we pray, And travel on to life's last, lingering day; Then sinking slowly down from worse to worse, Find heaven's extorted boon our greatest curse.
