LORD BYRON


I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour
They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought--and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails--men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress--he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects--saw, and shriek'd, and died--
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless--
A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge--
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them--She was the Universe.

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I have a date tonight with a real romantic type, likes Lord Byron. I'll let you know if he makes my panties wet.

There you go!

Here I stand, the Goddess of Desire
Set men on fire, I have this power
Morning, noon, and night it's dwink and dancing
Some quick womancing - then a shower.
Stage door johnnies constantly suwwound me
They always hound me, with one wequest.
Who can satisfy their lustful habit?
I'm not a wabbit!
I need some west-est.

I'm tired, sick and tired of love.
I've had my fill of love
Fwom below, and above.
Tired, tired of being admired
Tired of love uninspired
Let's face it, I'm tired!

I've been with thousands of men, again and again -
They pwomise the moon.
They always coming and going and going and coming
...and always too soon!

I'm tired, tired of playing the game
Ain't it a cwying shame?
I'm so tired.
Goddammit, I'm exhausted!

La-ah-ah-ah-heh-heh.

Oh-ah-oh-oh my god.

I'm tired of playing the game
Ain't it a crying shame
I'm so tired?

I've been with thousands of men!
Again and again!
They sing the same tune!
They start with Bywon and Shelleys!
And jump on your bellies,
And bust your balloon!

I'm tired of playing the game
Ain't it a friggin shame?
I'm so...

Let's face it. Everything below the waist is KAPUT!

EDIT: From Blazing Saddles... but you already knew that.
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[This message was edited Fri Nov 15 14:36:44 PST 2002 by IceNine]

It's TWOO It's TWOO!

Get your fwiggin' feet off the stage!

She's tired she's tired! Leave her alone! She's pooped!

Madeline Kahn cracks my shit up. I love her roles in 'Young Frankenstein' and 'Clue' too.

TRON said:

Great, great stuff!

Boob said:

Jesus U R fine BOOB!!! DAMN

So, how was your date Boob?

2the9s said:

This guy was a fucking idiot. No charm or wit. I had to come home and dig out my vibrating cucumber.

Boob said:

Romantic types

I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you find someone special. Maybe with a magic member as well.


Good luck!

yamomma said:

Make that a magic vibrating member.