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Re: gnimbley loses his mind
« Reply #120 on: July 09, 2010, 03:25:16 pm »
I wonder if he ever got his play produced.  I liked it.

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Re: gnimbley loses his mind
« Reply #121 on: February 08, 2018, 04:46:23 am »
Old school bump.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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Re: gnimbley loses his mind
« Reply #122 on: February 08, 2018, 01:34:31 pm »
Aw.  I kind of remember this...

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Re: gnimbley loses his mind
« Reply #123 on: February 09, 2018, 12:35:53 am »
Aw.  I kind of remember this...

Out of that whole mob, Gnimbly is the one guy I really miss.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.