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Re: test no topic

PostPosted: Fri Apr 03, 2020 11:30 am
by meeks
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PostPosted: Fri Apr 03, 2020 11:31 am
by meeks
come to think of it - surprised the company making 'Wilson' balls never capitalized on the red handprint edition of a ball. I think a lot of people would have bought that

Re: test no topic

PostPosted: Fri Apr 03, 2020 12:03 pm
by everything
I started reading this letter and was thinking "wow this writing is darn good..." got to the third paragraph and was like "ohhh."

but alas, reuters says it's fake! darn it.

Bill wrote:QUARANTINED IN 1920 IN THE SOUTH OF FRANCE DURING THE SPANISH INFLUENZA OUTBREAK:


Dearest Rosemary,

It was a limpid dreary day, hung as in a basket from a single dull star. I thank you for your letter.

Outside, I perceive what may be a collection of fallen leaves tussling against a trash can. It rings like jazz to my ears. The streets are that empty. It seems as though the bulk of the city has retreated to their quarters, rightfully so.

At this time, it seems very poignant to avoid all public spaces. Even the bars, as I told Hemingway, but to that, he punched me in the stomach, to which I asked if he had washed his hands. He hadn’t. He is much the denier, that one. Why, he considers the virus to be just influenza. I’m curious of his sources.

The officials have alerted us to ensure we have a month’s worth of necessities. Zelda and I have stocked up on red wine, whiskey, rum, vermouth, absinthe, white wine, sherry, gin, and lord, if we need it, brandy.

Please pray for us. You should see the square, oh, it is terrible. I weep for the damned eventualities this future brings. The long afternoons rolling forward slowly on the ever-slick bottomless highball.

Z. says it’s no excuse to drink, but I just can’t seem to steady my hand.

In the distance, from my brooding perch, the shoreline is cloaked in a dull haze where I can discern an unremitting penance that has been heading this way for a long, long while. And yet, amongst the cracked cloudline of an evening’s cast, I focus on a single strain of light, calling me forth to believe in a better morrow.

Faithfully Yours,

F Scott Fitzgerald

Re: test no topic

PostPosted: Fri Apr 03, 2020 7:35 pm
by jimmy
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Re: test no topic

PostPosted: Sat Apr 04, 2020 6:55 pm
by Bill
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Re: test no topic

PostPosted: Sun Apr 05, 2020 1:50 pm
by Dmitri
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Holy crap, where do you find these?! :o

Re: test no topic

PostPosted: Sun Apr 05, 2020 4:40 pm
by meeks
It was staged. Hard part was convincing the pig to allow the vulture to do that. The next part was getting the pig to hold still.

Re: test no topic

PostPosted: Mon Apr 06, 2020 3:43 pm
by Bill

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PostPosted: Mon Apr 06, 2020 6:00 pm
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Re: test no topic

PostPosted: Wed Apr 08, 2020 12:39 pm
by klonk
Boxing is the best punching art because all you do is punch.

Judo is the best throwing art because all you do is throw.

Taijiquan is the best self-cultivation art because all you do is. . .

Re: test no topic

PostPosted: Wed Apr 08, 2020 1:22 pm
by Bill
klonk wrote:Boxing is the best punching art because all you do is punch.

Judo is the best throwing art because all you do is throw.

Taijiquan is the best self-cultivation art because all you do is. . .


Chi.

Re: test no topic

PostPosted: Thu Apr 09, 2020 7:51 pm
by jimmy
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PostPosted: Thu Apr 09, 2020 8:02 pm
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Re: test no topic

PostPosted: Thu Apr 09, 2020 8:58 pm
by Strange


n the season where flowers wither in the wisping wind
I can still feel the touch of your hand
At that time, I couldn't deeply understand
Even then, the flowers were still beautiful
Oh~ your fragrance carried in the wind
Oh~ I thought it would last forever, twenty-five, twenty-one

The sea on that day, calm and gentle
I can still feel your hand grabbing mine
In the shattering warmth of the sun, you and me
To cool my chest, I dreamed
Oh~ the song that day, carried in the wind
Oh~ I thought it would last forever, that passing day, just you and me

Your voice, your eyes
The warmth of your body
The more I recollect, the farther it escapes
Scattering, I can't cling on

In the season where flowers wither in the wisping wind
I can still feel the touch of your hand
At that time, I couldn't deeply understand
Even then, the flowers were still beautiful

Oh~ your fragrance carried in the wind
Oh~ I thought it would last forever, twenty-five, twenty-one
Oh~ the song that day, carried in the wind
Oh~ I thought it would last forever, that passing day, just you and me

Oh~
Oh~
Oh~ I thought it would last forever, twenty-five, twenty-one.