06-14-2004, 02:33 PM
I must apologize for my brother. He can't help it... he's in heat. I had to pull him off from humping the mailman's leg this morning.
<marquee>We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems.</marquee>