Am I really the worst GB Moderator ever?

Byron In Exile

Frederick Fucking Chopin
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It is my belief that I am.

I have looked the other way while the rest of you have thrown cupcakes, eels, and cream pies at each other, and, trust me, you do not want to be in my position.

It's just hard to watch all this violence go down... having the incredible powers that I have that could prevent it... and yet not use them.

It is my belief that Laurel is testing me in some sort of crafty perverse way.

She is just so weird.
 
Should I borrow your old AV pic to go with my new sig?

? (Malachi Constant tribute...)

You're a bit slow today.

I expected you to spot it immediately, spot on, as it were...
 
Should I borrow your old AV pic to go with my new sig?

? (Malachi Constant tribute...)

You're a bit slow today.

I expected you to spot it immediately, spot on, as it were...
The fact that you expected me to spot something right away, and that I disappointed you... turns me on.
 
Mine was stolen by rappers; probably scratching up in KANSAS...

;) ;)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4bexLEIiXZo

I have so much to say, and yet I cannot speak.
Come and do my bidding now, for I have grown too weak.
My weary eyes have seen... all that life can give.
Come to me O young one, for you I can forgive.

I stood where no man goes! — and conquered demon foes!
With glory and passion... no longer in fashion... the hero breaks his blade.

Cast this shadow long, that I may hide my face,
And in this cloak of darkness, the world I will embrace.
In all that I endure, of one thing I am sure:
Knowledge and reason... change like the season: a jester's promenade.

Lying at my feet I see the offering you bring.
The Mark of Cain is on our faces, born of suffering.

Oh, I long to hear you say it's not been wrong.
I stand before you now: a riddle in my song!

The answer is that sweet refrain!
Unheard it always will remain:
Beyond our reach, beyond our gain...!

Wrapped in life's parade, a king without a crown...
In this joy of madness, my smile might seem a frown.
With talons wrought of steel, I tore the heart of doom,
And in one gleaming moment, I saw beyond the tomb.

I stood where no man goes — above the din I rose!
Life is amusing... though we are losing... drowned in tears of awe...


Twenty-somethings writing beyond their years in the 1970's...
 
I see a snail, slithering . . . .


I heard some Beethoven the other day and knew which scene form A Clockwork Orange that it belonged to.


I should change the oil in the Model A.
 
Did someone say MarkovCain?


:D

S'riously, I might use that AV, to go with my new number and treatment plan...
 
I see a snail, slithering . . . .


I heard some Beethoven the other day and knew which scene form A Clockwork Orange that it belonged to.


I should change the oil in the Model A.

It's a rather dull knife in this morning's drawer.



Beautiful, beautiful Ludwig van...
 
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