All that I am fades away
The rage in my heart flows out thru my veins
I’m losing my mind but all I can do
Is empty my lungs to the sky
Cause I know that I’ll always belong to the moon
#goose .@goosetheband
@memeslich Rules/editions aside, I have always loved the Monster Manuals and similar tomes.
And I think the 3d Ed is a wonderful piece of game supplement. Great art, good writing, a wide swath of creatures. This has naught to to with the game itself, just the book.
@frthegratergood The Pike always intrigued me. I, too, don't think I have ever used one. But it seems like the kind of combat vehicle that made sense in universe. Low tech, low maintenance, a poor man's Shrek for the backwater garrisons and for infantry support. If not effective, it is flavorful.
Perhaps there is a god after all, no? @punt_rd
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Soon I discovered that this rock thing was true
Jerry Lee Lewis was the devil
Jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet
All of a sudden, I found myself in love with the world
So there was only one thing that I could do
Was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long
Ding dang a dong bong bing bong
Ticky ticky thought of a gun
Every time I try to do it all now, baby
Am I on the run?
Why, why, why, why, why, baby?
If it's so evil then?
Give me my time, with all my power
Give it to me all again, wow
Ding a ding a dang a dong dong ding dong everywhere I go
Every time you tell me, baby
When I settle down
Got to get me a trailer park
And hold my world around
Why, why, why, why?
Ding ding dong dong dong ding dong
Dingy dingy son of a gun
Half my time I tell you, baby
Never am I all for sure
Why, why, why, why, why, baby?
Sicky sicky from within
Every time I stick my finger on in ya
You're a wild wild little town bitch
Now how 'bout ding a dang dong dong dong ling long
Dingy a dingy dong a down
Every time you tell me, baby
When I settle down
Got to get me a trailer park
And hold my world around
Why, why, why, why?
In my dang a ding a ding a ding dong
A sticky sticky son of a gun
Ding a danga danga dong dong ding dong
Why, why? Never know
Why, why wack a dong a dang ding dong
Then you take it on the bill
Ding dang dong don't dong
I wanna love ya
Why, why, why, why, why, darling
Do you, do you tell me to play?
Half the time I talk about it all now, baby
You know what I'm talkin' about, I said
Why, why, why
It'll ticky ticky ticky ticky son of a gun
Ding ding dong a bong bong bing bong
Ticky ticky thought of a gun
Bing bing bang a bang a bang bing bong bing a bing bang a bong
Binga bing a bang a bong bong bing bong bing banga bong
Bing bing bang a bong bong bing bing binga binga banga bong
Bing bing bang a bang bang bing bong
Why, why, why, why?
Ding dang a dang bong bing bong
Ticky ticky thought of a gun
Every time I try to do it all now, baby
Am I on the run?
Why, why, why
It'll ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky dawn of a gun
Bing bing bang a bong a bong bing bang a
Ticky ticky thought of a gun
Bing bip bip a bop bop boom bam
Ticky ticky through the day
If you got a doubt 'bout, baby
The memory is on the bed
Why, why, why, why, why, darlin'?
Uh, it don't know
When my time is on might tell me never do it on his own
If my time was all as is yours make me burn a wish
When my time with you is brutish, no, I'll never not ever
Why, why, why, why, why, why, baby, heavy hell?
Alone and it's here it's this thunder
The thunder, oh, thunder, oh
Jesus built my car
It's a love affair
Mainly Jesus and my hot rod
Yeah, fuck it
Why does Bob Dylan occupy a higher cultural tier than Paul Simon?
They are at worst, the same level songwriter, and Simon can actually sing
Simon’s career also spans Simon & Garfunkel AND his solo work
Simon also makes more global music (South Africa / Brazil influences)