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Finding gold isn't the problem; it's recovering it. Better we mine the chalk & use the profit from sales to buy some nice gold bling.
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get the chalk, draw the plans for transmutations, we are going to make gold, and at the prices in which it is we would me millionares!
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Q: What do you call a blood sucking insect that come out at full Moon?
A: A 'lunatic'. To the Alchemists cave! 
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Hey come on guys, say something otherwise people will think i'm a lunatic!
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i love coming to my page every now and then
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Tormod,(no offense)
ahh i got powerful friends
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To err is human..... To arr is pirate.
I know the voices in my head aren't real, but they have excellent ideas
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TBA
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Greetings,
Today is a day, that might go down in the history books of the Alchemist's family, as a day when their long time friend departed a friendly world, to the cruel junk yard.
'Tis the day, when my beloved Pentax A3000, departed me forever.
The death was un-expected. though it had been known that he had been suffering from chronic shutter problems, due to which over exposure often took place.
sensing the danger, i took him to my neighbourhood...
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The earth is spotted with black gains,
Blood and fear, rush in again.
No matter, how much I refrain,
For unholiness gains, resurrects pain.
Blood stains remain, even after so many rains.
The bell begins its chime,
Running low are the sands of time,
My spirit’s the only thing that’s mine,
As death begins its mystic mime.
My hopes reach finality
My dreams crash, with reality,
My soul, battles the dark openness,
Beckoning...
Blood and fear, rush in again.
No matter, how much I refrain,
For unholiness gains, resurrects pain.
Blood stains remain, even after so many rains.
The bell begins its chime,
Running low are the sands of time,
My spirit’s the only thing that’s mine,
As death begins its mystic mime.
My hopes reach finality
My dreams crash, with reality,
My soul, battles the dark openness,
Beckoning...
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Stained Spirits
The darkness looms on the brazen sky,
Death claws its icy hands
Even as the river passes by,
Blood stains remain on the sands.
When the devils, on the earth tread;
When the hopes are shred,
Why for a bubbled pride many a blood is shed?
Why for a matter of religious cries, many a life is bled?
For a moment's glory, nothing mattered,
Except for a mind shattered.
Ruthlessly they slayed,
Spreading...
The darkness looms on the brazen sky,
Death claws its icy hands
Even as the river passes by,
Blood stains remain on the sands.
When the devils, on the earth tread;
When the hopes are shred,
Why for a bubbled pride many a blood is shed?
Why for a matter of religious cries, many a life is bled?
For a moment's glory, nothing mattered,
Except for a mind shattered.
Ruthlessly they slayed,
Spreading...
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Ye Olde Rules:
Post Your Lessons of life learned here in the form of a proverb
Only Originals are entertained
Only one idea per Post
Please cooperate
TBA
Post Your Lessons of life learned here in the form of a proverb
Only Originals are entertained
Only one idea per Post
Please cooperate
TBA
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Et Tu Brute?
To be or not to be is the question?
a wonderful writer
to a comman man he is a fool
to a person aware of him and read his plays parts (only some) he is a mozart
to a person who has read most of his plays he is a fellow playwright
to a poet he is a mentor
with sarcastic punchlines, puns, and all the other qualities he is THE MAN for the literature world
TBA
To be or not to be is the question?
a wonderful writer
to a comman man he is a fool
to a person aware of him and read his plays parts (only some) he is a mozart
to a person who has read most of his plays he is a fellow playwright
to a poet he is a mentor
with sarcastic punchlines, puns, and all the other qualities he is THE MAN for the literature world
TBA
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So tragic, yet you put...
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