| Susurra!
Hic, apicula!
Nil afficimus te cura,
Silvas pervoles et rura.
Su-su-su-surra!
Hic, apicula! |
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Carl: If you don't go to the games, how will you know who the athletes are?
Savanna: I'll know; they'll be the biggest assholes on campus.
Carl: That's not necessarily true. There's a law school. |
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| One of those moments Hindoos and Chinamen are ever said to be having, entire loss of Self, perfect union with All, sort of thing. Strange Lights, Fires, Voices indecipherable--indeed, Children, this is the part of the Tale where your old Uncle gets to go insane. |
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Hells bells, its The Xanga. |
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