Posted 29 December 2003 - 09:36 PM
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
dude3's sig says he's King of Kings, guess that's his fate,
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I don't have an attitude problem, people have a problem with my attitude.
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Pissing off the whole planet. One person at a time.
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If you sell me your soul, I'll use it to ressurect Atilla the Hun.
Souls collected: 11