― Liz Allien, Tuesday, 23 March 2004 00:11 (twenty-one years ago)
― pepektheassassin (pepektheassassin), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 00:17 (twenty-one years ago)
― scott seward (scott seward), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 00:18 (twenty-one years ago)
― Michael White (Hereward), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 00:33 (twenty-one years ago)
http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&q=The+Waste+Lands+Stephen+King&btnG=Google+Search
― Michael White (Hereward), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 00:35 (twenty-one years ago)
― otto, Tuesday, 23 March 2004 04:38 (twenty-one years ago)
Strange that Eliot wasn't into liver.
― SRH (Skrik), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 12:14 (twenty-one years ago)
― Vermont Girl (Vermont Girl), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 13:06 (twenty-one years ago)
― Mikey G (Mikey G), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 13:49 (twenty-one years ago)
― dr. b. (dr. b.), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 18:32 (twenty-one years ago)
― Vermont Girl (Vermont Girl), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 18:56 (twenty-one years ago)
― O.Leee.B. (Leee), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 19:06 (twenty-one years ago)
BTW, how does one end up here at ILB instead of all those useful Google results. Boggling of the mind really.
― Michael White (Hereward), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 19:12 (twenty-one years ago)
Jolly Ranchers
― scott seward (scott seward), Tuesday, 23 March 2004 19:15 (twenty-one years ago)
Child Rowland to the dark tower came,His word was still--Fie, foh, and fum,I smell the blood of a British man.
I'm done helping. Now get to work.
― otto, Tuesday, 23 March 2004 19:34 (twenty-one years ago)
― pepektheassassin (pepektheassassin), Wednesday, 24 March 2004 00:27 (twenty-one years ago)
P.S you forgot the giant bull and the little bald doctors.
― sally (sally), Thursday, 25 March 2004 15:10 (twenty-one years ago)
II. She sat on a mighty fine chair, Sparks flew as she tidied her hair; She asks many questions, I make few suggestions-- Bad as Albert and Lil--what a pair!
III. The Thames runs, bones rattle, rats creep; Tiresias fancies a peep-- A typist is laid, A record is played-- Wei la la. After this it gets deep.
IV. A Phoenician called Phlebas forgot About birds and his business--the lot. Which is no surprise, Since he met his demise And was left in the ocean to rot.
V. No water. Dry rocks and dry throats. Then thunder, a shower of quotes! From The Sanskrit to Dante. Da. Damyata. Shantih. I hope you'll make sense of the notes.
― Vitamin Leee (Leee), Saturday, 27 March 2004 00:26 (twenty-one years ago)
― sally (sally), Monday, 29 March 2004 10:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― Mikey G (Mikey G), Monday, 29 March 2004 10:59 (twenty-one years ago)
― Vitamin Leee (Leee), Monday, 29 March 2004 21:01 (twenty-one years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Tuesday, 30 March 2004 00:56 (twenty-one years ago)
― Casuistry (Chris P), Tuesday, 30 March 2004 00:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― Vitamin Leee (Leee), Tuesday, 30 March 2004 04:11 (twenty-one years ago)
There's not a Shakespeare sonnetOr a Beethoven quartetThat's easier to like than youOr harder to forget
You think that sounds extravagant?I haven't finished yetI like you more than I should likeTo have a cigarette
― accentmonkey (accentmonkey), Tuesday, 30 March 2004 11:03 (twenty-one years ago)
― pepektheassassin (pepektheassassin), Thursday, 1 April 2004 14:56 (twenty-one years ago)