[ninty]

**‪‫‬**҉use this character to type backwords

[mr.miyagi]

i was thinking the exact same thing today

[TonyMontana]

i shit something like that out earlier

[anti]

**‪‫‬**҉meow holy shit this if cuekd up

put it in the title and see what happens

Originally Posted by ninty

**‪‫‬**҉use this character to type backwords

[[DAS REICH] Blitz]

**‪‫‬**҉a man a plan a canal panama

[Chronic Diarrhea]

ǝlʎʇs ǝɹoɔpɹɐɥ noʎ uʍo ı ǝsnɐɔǝq ʇou s,ʇı ʇnq uɐıssnɹ ǝʞıl sʞool ʇıɥs sıɥʇ sʇoƃƃɐɟ ʞɔıp ʎɯ ʞɔns

[ninty]

**‪‫‬**҉i can't put it in the title...it shows up like that

Originally Posted by anti

**‪‫‬**҉meow holy shit this if cuekd up

put it in the title and see what happens

[elstatec]

fucking bolsheviks

[ninty]

**‪‫‬**҉

[Zoner]

[img]http://www.travellerspoint.com/photos/24549/Bobby.jpg[/img]

"Right, wass all this, then?"

[Nyck]

looks like my txts to milla

[Milla]

Originally Posted by Nyck

looks like my txts to milla

yes they do lol

[jujumantb]

ʎɐƃ ʎɐƃ ʎɐƃ ʎɐƃ ʎɐƃ

[ninty]

**‪‫‬**҉Sir Galahad
by Lord Alfred Tennyson


My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.
The shattering trumpet shrilleth high,
The hard brands shiver on the steel,
The splinter'd spear-shafts crack and fly,
The horse and rider reel:
They reel, they roll in clanging lists,
And when the tide of combat stands,
Perfume and flowers fall in showers,
That lightly rain from ladies' hands.

How sweet are looks that ladies bend
On whom their favours fall!
From them I battle till the end,
To save from shame and thrall:
But all my heart is drawn above,
My knees are bow'd in crypt and shrine:
I never felt the kiss of love,
Nor maiden's hand in mine.
More bounteous aspects on me beam,
Me mightier transports move and thrill;
So keep I fair thro' faith and prayer
A virgin heart in work and will.

When down the stormy crescent goes,
A light before me swims,
Between dark stems the forest glows,
I hear a noise of hymns:
Then by some secret shrine I ride;
I hear a voice but none are there;
The stalls are void, the doors are wide,
The tapers burning fair.
Fair gleams the snowy altar-cloth,
The silver vessels sparkle clean,
The shrill bell rings, the censer swings,
And solemn chaunts resound between.

Sometime on lonely mountain-meres
I find a magic bark;
I leap on board: no helmsman steers:
I float till all is dark.
A gentle sound, an awful light!
Three angels bear the holy Grail:
With folded feet, in stoles of white,
On sleeping wings they sail.
Ah, blessed vision! blood of God!
My spirit beats her mortal bars,
As down dark tides the glory slides,
And star-like mingles with the stars.

When on my goodly charger borne
Thro' dreaming towns I go,
The cock crows ere the Christmas morn,
The streets are dumb with snow.
The tempest crackles on the leads,
And, ringing, springs from brand and mail;
But o'er the dark a glory spreads,
And gilds the driving hail.
I leave the plain, I climb the height;
No branchy thicket shelter yields;
But blessed forms in whistling storms
Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields.

A maiden knight--to me is given
Such hope, I know not fear;
I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven
That often meet me here.
I muse on joy that will not cease,
Pure spaces clothed in living beams,
Pure lilies of eternal peace,
Whose odours haunt my dreams;
And, stricken by an angel's hand,
This mortal armour that I wear,
This weight and size, this heart and eyes,
Are touch'd, are turn'd to finest air.

The clouds are broken in the sky,
And thro' the mountain-walls
A rolling organ-harmony
Swells up, and shakes and falls.
Then move the trees, the copses nod,
Wings flutter, voices hover clear:
"O just and faithful knight of God!
Ride on! the prize is near."
So pass I hostel, hall, and grange;
By bridge and ford, by park and pale,
All-arm'd I ride, whate'er betide,
Until I find the holy Grail.

[Merlin122]

**‪‫‬**҉west philadelphia born and raised
on the playground was where i spent most of my days