1. The Road Not Taken


TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:


Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


BULLSHIT!! shit like this happens to people who veer off the road

i've always hated that poem.

and those movies suck.

evenstar3 said:

i like the way some toothless hillbilly hick tells some suburbanites to take a dirt road instead of the highway--it'll save them an hour!!! of course, they end up fighting inbred mutants and coyotes and shit, instead of staying their asses on US Rte 1--you know with lights and pavement and shit.

reason number eleventy-million never to go to the country.