The Iceman .cometh

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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, January 15, 2006

we don't need no education

Teachers: shapers of destiny or scum of the earth?

Scum of the earth

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  • I was rifling through a kid's book and found this.
    I see things the way they are and say it the way it is. Nothing'll change that.
    Sherry, hopefully I will make some money for you. But the stock market closes by the time I wake up. Will have to do something about it. How 'bout Wall Street?

  • January 16, 2006 12:29 pm|  
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