All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Work is the curse of the drinking class
Our forefathers had civilization inside themselves, the wild outside.
We live in the civilization they created, but within us the wilderness still lingers.
What they dreamed, we live, and what they lived, we dream.
I hate the fact that men shame themselves about things that men cry at, like sporting achievements. You will hear men say ‘Oh Cork won the All-Ireland. I cried like a fucking girl.”
No you didn’t cry like a girl. For starters girls don’t cry when Cork win the All-Ireland.
That’s a man thing to cry at. You cried like a fucking man.
Frankly, you’re doomed. You and all the shy people are. Natural selection favours the loud and the aggressive. I don’t mean this in a bad way but genetically you are… a cul-de-sac.
The story so far:
In the beginning the Universe was created.
This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
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