Discuss.
― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Monday, 11 November 2002 09:38 (twenty-three years ago)
Can you now arrange for my ride camel back down the old spice routes, with cargoes of silk, myrhh, amber and peacocks, camping nightly in the shadows of ancient fortresses and sharing fermented mares milk with enigmatic strangers as we watch the dancing girls in the light of the flaring campfires? If not, why not? And is Iraq part of our route?
― Weebleman (StillSimon), Monday, 11 November 2002 14:08 (twenty-three years ago)
― Pete Andrews, Monday, 11 November 2002 15:49 (twenty-three years ago)
― Matt (Matt), Monday, 11 November 2002 23:43 (twenty-three years ago)
― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Tuesday, 12 November 2002 11:16 (twenty-three years ago)
― Weebleman (StillSimon), Tuesday, 12 November 2002 11:55 (twenty-three years ago)
"As you read this, I don't want you to feel sorry for me, because, I believe everyone will die someday"
Pathos, Zuma Idrisa, pathos.
― Lynskey (Lynskey), Tuesday, 3 December 2002 01:52 (twenty-two years ago)
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Tuesday, 3 December 2002 02:36 (twenty-two years ago)
C/o 3rd bonfire to the left, by the old legion fort and to the north of the wadi where the infidels perished beneath the swords of my great grandfather ( and indeed grandma). You can't miss it, although there seems to be a lot of modern development these days- bonfires springing up all over the place.
― Weebleman (StillSimon), Tuesday, 3 December 2002 23:04 (twenty-two years ago)