[fraseyboy]

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Originally Posted by ex0du5 /img/forum/go_quote.gif frasey you really should give your Grado avatar a collar....he looks like he's nekkid!

**** HE DOES!!! :O I only just realized...


It would be hard to put it in, seeing as I didn't draw it. I managed to beg this awesome artist at school to draw an anime guy with headphones on

I don't think he put much effort into it....

 

[manhattanproj]

i'm closing in on mine 500th post. but at a much slower rate than you.

 

[randerson3024]

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Originally Posted by krmathis /img/forum/go_quote.gif Congratulations!

Thanks - where did you get that cool avatar?

 

[amphead]

Thats very impressive, it takes about 10 posts a day, to get where you're at!
Don't forget me when you attain the title of all-seeing eye, headphoneus supremus!

 

[randerson3024]

Headphoneus Supremus is the goal - but like landing on the moon, what comes after? Therapy, depression; the dictatorship of my own country? Whatever it is, it must be better than working on this ship!

Thanks to all in the forum. This keeps me sane at sea!

 

[randerson3024]

My 500th post was bereft of any meaning, so post #544 should have more, courtesy Dylan Thomas:

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

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[size=medium]Do not go gentle into that good night, [/size] [size=medium]Old age should burn and rave at close of day; [/size] [size=medium]Rage, rage against the dying of the light. [/size] [size=medium]Though wise men at their end know dark is right, [/size] [size=medium]Because their words had forked no lightning they [/size] [size=medium]Do not go gentle into that good night. [/size] [size=medium]Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright [/size] [size=medium]Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, [/size] [size=medium]Rage, rage against the dying of the light. [/size] [size=medium]Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, [/size] [size=medium]And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, [/size] [size=medium]Do not go gentle into that good night. [/size] [size=medium]Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight [/size] [size=medium]Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, [/size] [size=medium]Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, [/size] [size=medium]Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. [/size] [size=medium]Do not go gentle into that good night. [/size] [size=medium]Rage, rage against the dying of the light. [/size]

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