03-06-2004, 10:36 PM
your no prize yourself buddy, that thing that hangs from the front of your face is as big as my gut.
<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>