Call me Ishmael.

Post by **Mr.Magnetichead** » Tue Sep 20, 2005 7:46 pm

All men live enveloped in whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever present perils of life.

Post by **Foo** » Tue Sep 20, 2005 7:47 pm

So what your saying is that only when you die do you know what it is to die.

That's next level shit, Ickbar.

Post by **Mr.Magnetichead** » Tue Sep 20, 2005 7:49 pm

Foo wrote:So what your saying is that only when you die do you know what it is to die.

That's next level shit, Ickbar.

because truly to enjoy bodily warmth,some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself.

Post by **Foo** » Tue Sep 20, 2005 7:50 pm

My penis is often cold, then it gets small.

Is this what you mean, Ackbar?

Post by **Ryoki** » Tue Sep 20, 2005 8:39 pm

Ah, Moby Dick.

Post by **Mr.Magnetichead** » Tue Sep 20, 2005 9:05 pm

HAHA you said Dick.