My wife was looking for prompts, so I guess I found some. They’re for writing/art/whatever and anyone can use them if they please.

1. Girls are like pianos. When they’re not upright, they’re grand.

2. Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you.

3. A bachelor is a selfish, undeserving guy who has cheated some woman out of a divorce.

4. Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

5. Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.

6. All my life, I always wanted to be somebody. Now I see that I should have been more specific.

7. The direct use of force is such a poor solution to any problem, it is generally employed only by small children and large nations.

8. Man invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain.

9. Not a shred of evidence exists in favour of the idea that life is serious.

10. Of the delights of this world, man cares most for sexual intercourse, yet he has left it out of his heaven.

11. A husband is what’s left of the lover after the nerve has been extracted.

12. I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.

13. I can resist everything except temptation.

14. A conclusion is simply the place where someone got tired of thinking.

15. Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.

16. The average woman would rather have beauty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think.

17. Art is a lie that makes us realise truth.

18. There are only two types of women – goddesses and doormats.

19. Bad artists copy. Good artists steal.

20. Two wrongs are only the beginning.

21. Love and reason keep little company together.

22. Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

23. You are not only responsible for what you say, but also for what you do not say.

24. In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

25. Treaties are like roses and young girls — they last while they last.

26. Temper is a weapon that we hold by the blade.

27. Be good and you will be lonely.

28. I know I’m not clever but I’m always right.

29. A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears.

30. A foolish man tells a woman to stop talking, but a wise man tells her that her mouth is extremely beautiful when her lips are closed.

31. The good ole days weren’t always good, and tomorrow ain’t as bad as it seems.

32. I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints – The sinners are much more fun.

33. I really wish I was less of a thinking man and more of a fool not afraid of rejection.

34. She will promise you more than the Garden of Eden, then she’ll carelessly cut you, and laugh while you’re bleeding.

35. I have been a fool for lesser things.

36. I do not seek. I find.

37. Man loves little and often: Woman much and rarely.

38. There’s a little bit of hooker in every woman. A little bit of hooker and a little bit of God.

39. Women wish to be loved without a why or a wherefore; not because they are pretty, or good, or well-bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.

40. Men forget but never forgive. Women forgive but never forget.

41. What girls do to each other is beyond description. No Chinese torture comes close.

42. A woman can hide her love for 40 years, but her disgust and anger not for one day.

43. If men swear that they want to harm you when you are asleep, you can go to sleep. If women say so, stay awake.

44. The god of death, the wind, the underworld, the ever-burning entrance to hell, the knife-edge, poison, serpent, and fire – women are all of these in one.

45. Men make angry music and it’s called rock-and-roll; women include anger in their vocabulary and suddenly they’re angry and militant.

46. Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.

47. But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?

48. Heaven goes by favour; if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.

49. Nature knows no indecencies; man invents them.

50. Whatever you say, say it with conviction.

51. There is no sadder sight than a young pessimist.

52. To create man was a quaint and original idea, but to add the sheep was tautology.

53. Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.

54. The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.

55. Familiarity breeds contempt – and children.

56. Virtue has never been as respectable as money.

57. Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.

58. When a man arrives at great prosperity God did it: when he falls into disaster he did it himself.

59. I’ve never let my school interfere with my education.

60. Optimist: Day-dreamer more elegantly spelled.

61. Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one that inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it.

62. Man is the only animal that blushes – or needs to.

63. Loyalty to the country always. Loyalty to the government when it deserves it.

64. There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.

65. Success is having to worry about every damn thing in the world, except money.

66. I’m fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.

67. All history, of course, is the history of wars.

68. Last night you were, unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me . . . Do it again.

69. A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

70. Be careful what you wear to bed at night, you never know who you’ll meet in your dreams.

71. Sooner or later we all sleep alone.

72. The well bred contradict other people. The wise contradict themselves.

73. A rose without thorns is like love without heartbreak; it doesn’t make sense.

74. Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.

75. Drive on. We’ll sweep up the blood later!

76. Politics, n: Poly “many” + tics “blood-sucking parasites.

77. Rape is the only crime in which the victim becomes the accused.

78. Don’t talk to me about Naval tradition! It’s nothing but rum, sodomy, and the lash.

79. Sex education classes in our public schools are promoting incest.

80. Try everything once except folk dancing and incest.

81. I’d call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.

82. The first casualty when war comes is truth.

83. Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality.

84. If you see the magic in a fairy tale, you can face the future.

85. When fairy tales are written in the west, they’re known as folklore. In the east, fairy tales are called religions.

86. What an excellent day for an exorcism.

87. He never comments during negotiations.

88. I thought it would be impossible for somebody to get that unlucky again. So much went wrong; they had everything but locusts.

89. A master of the torturing arts.

90. True love stories never have endings.

91. Be amusing, never tell unkind stories; above all, never tell long ones.

92. In the beginning there was nothing. God said, ‘Let there be light!’ And there was light. There was still nothing, but you could see it a whole lot better.

93. I’m a godmother, that’s a great thing to be, a godmother. She calls me god for short, that’s cute, I taught her that.

94. This is the second time I’ve hosted the Emmy’s after a national tragedy.

95. They’re a good duo. They should have a radio show.

96. It’s definitely a heterosexual feeling, but it’s directed at you.

97. In writing, I shall always confine myself strictly to the truth, except when it is attended with inconvenience.

98. But never is a promise and you cant afford to lie.

99. There has been only one Christian. They caught and crucified him early.

100. Know something, sugar? Stories only happen to people who can tell them.

Today is remembrance day and in honour of that I present that which I do on such occasions, a minutes silence and this;

The Ode

The Ode comes from For the Fallen, a poem by the English poet and writer Laurence Binyon and was published in London in the Winnowing Fan; Poems of the Great War in 1914. The verse, which became the League Ode was already used in association with commemoration services in Australia in 1921.

FOR THE FALLEN

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
England mourns for her dead across the sea,
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again,
They sit no more at familiar tables of home,
They have no lot in our labour of the daytime,
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires and hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the night.

As the stars shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

The Daily Record has a new interview with actress Helena Bonham Carter where she briefly mentions her part in the upcoming Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. While most of the article focuses on her past career, Ms. Bonham Carter refers to the new Potter movie, calling author J.K. Rowling “a genius.” The actress also goes on to refer to her new role as the deatheater Bellatrix Lestrange who causes so much havoc at the Ministry of Magic.

“And Bella,” says Helena with undisguised delight, “is a very bad, bad, bad witch.”


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This is the first piece of ASCII art I’ve ever done, hence teh simpleness like whoa.

Its best viewed in courier new in a small size. For those who don’t know:

ASCII art is an artistic medium that relies primarily on computers for presentation and consists of pictures pieced together from the 95 printable characters defined by ASCII. The term is also loosely used to refer to text based art in general. ASCII art can be created with any text editor, and is often used with free-form languages. Most examples of ASCII art require a fixed-width font (non-proportional fonts, like on a traditional typewriter) such as Courier for presentation.

Wikipedia article.

OLD MAN EMU
Words and Music by John Williamson
© 1970 for the World by JULY MUSIC, Melbourne, Vic. Australia.

Let me tell you of an interview with an Old Man Emu
He’s got a beak and feathers and things, but the poor old fella ain’t got no wings
“Aren’t you jealous of the wedge-tail eagle?” – dom ba da little da da da

(Spoken in tempo) “While the eagle’s flying round and round, I keep my two feet firmly on the ground
I can’t fly, but I’m telling you, I can run the pants off a kangaroo”.

doo dee ba doo doo doo , boo da da doot doo doo doo
He can’t fly, but I’m telling you, he can run the pants off a kangaroo.

Well he was the model for the fifty cents – oom ba da little da da da
The designer should have had more sense – oom ba da little da da da
If you take a look, it’ll prove to you, I ran the pants off that kangaroo.

Doo dee ba doo doo doo…Boo da da doot doo doo..
Take a look it’ll prove to you, he can run the pants off the kangaroo.

You can’t loop the loop like a cockatoo – Oom ba da little da da da
Swoop and toss like an albatross – Oom ba da little da da da
“You silly galah, I’m better by far, than a white cockatoo or a budgerigar;
They squeak and squawk and try to talk, why me and them’s like cheese and chalk”
Ba da da Doo dee ba doo doo doo…Boo da da doot doo doo doo
He can’t fly but I’m telling you, he can run the pants off a kangaroo…

Well the last time I saw Old Man Emu – Oom ba da little da da da
He was chasing a female he knew – Oom ba da little da da da
As he shot past I heard him say “She can’t fly, but I’m telling you
She could run the pants off a kangaroo”. -

Ba da da Doo dee ba doo doo doo Doo dee ba doo doo doo…Boo da da doot doo doo doo
She can’t fly but I’m telling you, she can run the pants off a kangaroo

Well there is a moral to this ditty – Oom ba da little da da da
Thrush can sing but he ain’t pretty – Oom ba da little da da da
Duck can swim, but he can’t sing, nor can the eagle on the wing
Emu can’t fly, but I’m telling you, he can run the pants off a kangaroo.

Well the kookaburra laughed and said “It’s true, oom ba da little da da da,
Ha Ha Ha Ha Hah Hoo, He can run the pants off a kangaroo”

blurb;

the thing thats supposed to be interesting.

Self portrait.I don't know exactly what to say. It's a blog, a place for expression and thoughts of the author. That author is me, Stephanie Payne. I'm a 16 year old in a small Australia country town thats nothing special yet special in it's own right anyways.

I'm a wiccan of sorts, but more of a general pagan. I believe in equality, freedom of choice, religion, sexuality among many other things. You can find my wife at Lucid Heart.

I love my friends and my family and a whole lot of crap that means little to most but a lot to me :) I do a lot of writing and art because it's what I'm best at, I hope you enjoy your stay here. If the music is bothering you feel free to turn it off.

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