The Iceman .cometh

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About Me

Name:

Out of the night that covers me,
black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance,
my head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
looms but the horror of the shade,
and yet the menace of the years
finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
how charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

Drifter: Sunday, August 28, 2005

Time to rejoice!

Hee haw! Auto drivers go on indefinite strike.
I hope they never come back.
Finally, I can drive with relative ease without having to smoke lead or outrace some loon to the nearest opening in traffic.
GREAT way to mark the completion of my bike's fifth year!