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Febreeze
Oct 24, 2011

I turn my gaze out upon the field and forever burned into my eyes is a sorry pageant of spectacular failure




Welcome to the Football Arthouse! Or as we all like to call it, the Farthouse.

Are you a newcomer to the Farthouse? What is the Farthouse? The Farthouse is a place where dreams come true. It is a place of imagination and wonder. It is a place of happiness, which is why you never see Gendo post here. It's also a massive circlejerk, which is probably why the mods leave us alone because they think we are hopeless.

But in more realistic terms, the Farthouse is a place to post football related art that you have either made, found, or would like to see made. Things the Arthouse specializes in:

-Avatars! Avatars of any kind
-Gifs! Either from the games or jokes
-bad photoshops
-illustrations
-Comics
-pretty much everything

The Farthouse has made wonders featured on ESPN, Deadspin, SB Nation, Bleacher Report, CBS NBC and ABC sports, and tons of smaller sports blogs all over the great internet sports world. It is a unique place. For a highlight reel of the previous thread, check out this sweet video made by our own Silly Burrito using Diqnol's amazing soundtrack: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TgHYTTEOQf4



We now have two official goon comics running out of the Farthouse as well! Comics that started right here in TFF. Going on for about a year and a half at this point, is the comic made by yours truly, Febreeze: http://www.thedrawplay.com/. The Draw play updates twice a week and I usually make some extra content for goons and post it around here. Updates can be followed via the thread, but also at my twitter @DrawPlayDave and @TheDrawPlay. Also on the facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/TheDrawPlayComic. Also, remember: There is always a Sexy Rexy



We also have a new comic in the thread, http://www.toomuchmustard.com/. Made by our own Toaster Beef, updates basically once a day and rather different in style to The Draw Play. It's facebook page is here: https://www.facebook.com/TooMuchMustard and Mr Beef can be followed on twitter here: @comicsansisokay.

We also have http://www.tfffilms.com/. A site sort of managed by Silly Burrito, who has made videos for the farthouse. Any videos the Farthouse produces will end up on here.

Magicpants occasionally graces us with amazing gifs
Darthbrooks occasionally gives us some custom football cards
Ham (Rap) occasionally sasses us
Ehud is the best football artist in the forums
Benne is our insider access to SB Nation
Nrr is a dirty eagles fan
BBP is insane
Wuglyfe used to have the best name in the forums but changed it, also he does stuff
Diqnol is a terrible singer
Swickles meh
Detroit Dogg inked his body for the cause
Chichevache is...well he's interesting
Vincent Van Goatse is a 49ers homer
Commy Gun is a guy
Mel Mudkiper is a team switcher
Everyone I can't remember off the top of my head is also awesome

As this thread starts off, why don't we post our favorite bits from prior threads, and post terrible fart from the internet. But I also have an assignment for the thread. Football Poetry. Write a poem about football, of any length or style. Lets get more people posting stuff.

Welcome to the new Farthouse gentlemen. Let us Fart together.

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Blitz7x
Sep 19, 2007

His face is weather beaten.
He wears a hooded sash,
With a silver hat about his head,
And a fondness for trailer trash


Febreeze posted:

The Farthouse has made wonders featured on ESPN, Deadspin, SB Nation, Bleacher Report, CBS NBC and ABC sports

I cannot get over this

StarcraftM
Jan 15, 2008

ASK ME ABOUT MY LOST SEASON


Blitz7x posted:

I cannot get over this

Seconded. Holy crap does this place get content everywhere

Rap
Sep 1, 2007

BLITZ

I like the roll call, glad I got a name drrrrop, when I one day make the rival poetry & prose thread I will remember all of u.

hopterque
Mar 9, 2007

IM NOT A HORSES ASS.... IM A HORSES VAGINA!


This is the best thread on the forums and you guys are amazing.

Mel Mudkiper
Jan 19, 2012



Febreeze posted:

Write a poem about football, of any length or style. Lets get more people posting stuff.

I call this

"Buttfumble by Homer"

Sing in me muse, goddess Nike, seamstress
of fate and victory, of a tale of noble
Sanchez, who twice shamed by porcine flesh
freely let loose from unskilled hands
on a day of feast to lay upon the green
and into the possession of his neighboring foes
Sought to make by great strides a path to
the destination of heroes of yore, so that
he might enjoy the favor of those in festive
bacchanal and around the tables of the nation
Let flow the bitter tears of defeat however
For noble Sanchez, blinded by the sight not
Of the present before him, but the glory ahead
Cared not for the dangers of the path as it lay
And dared foolishly to challenge the wall of flesh
That sought to bar his desperate effort towards
the triumph of the endzone so that at the brink
of his efforts he ran into a butt lol gently caress the jets.

AAA DOLFAN
Jun 17, 2002

I do not see why man should not be just as cruel as nature.


Rap posted:

I like the roll call, glad I got a name drrrrop, when I one day make the rival poetry & prose thread I will remember all of u.

I clearly need to step my game up as I was forgotten.

enigma105
Mar 16, 2004

Dodge, Dip, Duck,
Dive, and Down


Rap posted:

I like the roll call, glad I got a name drrrrop, when I one day make the rival poetry & prose thread I will remember all of u.

I got skipped, but that's probably because I haven't had the free time to make a silly gif out of any comics. I'll return at some point.

Also, I'm one of the few confirmed Titans fans on the internet.

Mel Mudkiper
Jan 19, 2012



"Tebow"

He being brand (and
truth be told;a little
green despite
the
wins)

-new to the
team I, cautiously,
was a little care
ful of y'know pushing-
him-too-hard but thought
hey whatthehell let
him throw: a pass

and he wound his arm
like a crankshaft and
then went back-
wards( what
the hell) and next
sortofflicked his
wrist and the ball

went

out

and

the'ball;spiralingbarely
and slowlyfloating

fell shortand Flopped;
rolLing on thegr
rear end to a:dead
stand-
;still

Spoeank
Jul 16, 2003

"If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear; and chiefly towards you my arch-enemy... do I swear inextinguishable hatred."


Getting a name drop is overrated. Cool people get listed under et cetera.

Luminous Cow
Nov 2, 2007

Well you know there should be no law
on people that want to smoke a little dope.
Well you know it's good for your head
And it relax your body don't you know.



enigma105 posted:

Also, I'm one of the few confirmed Titans fans on the internet.

It's like finding a pink unicorn or something.

Rap
Sep 1, 2007

BLITZ

Mel Mudkiper posted:

"Tebow"

He being brand (and
truth be told;a little
green despite
the
wins)

-new to the
team I, cautiously,
was a little care
ful of y'know pushing-
him-too-hard but thought
hey whatthehell let
him throw: a pass

and he wound his arm
like a crankshaft and
then went back-
wards( what
the hell) and next
sortofflicked his
wrist and the ball

went

out

and

the'ball;spiralingbarely
and slowlyfloating

fell shortand Flopped;
rolLing on thegr
rear end to a:dead
stand-
;still

hahahahha

Serisothikos
Dec 4, 2004

"It's SpongeBob. I'm a SpongeBob fan."

Mel Mudkiper posted:

I call this

"Buttfumble by Homer"

Sing in me muse, goddess Nike, seamstress
of fate and victory, of a tale of noble
Sanchez, who twice shamed by porcine flesh
freely let loose from unskilled hands
on a day of feast to lay upon the green
and into the possession of his neighboring foes
Sought to make by great strides a path to
the destination of heroes of yore, so that
he might enjoy the favor of those in festive
bacchanal and around the tables of the nation
Let flow the bitter tears of defeat however
For noble Sanchez, blinded by the sight not
Of the present before him, but the glory ahead
Cared not for the dangers of the path as it lay
And dared foolishly to challenge the wall of flesh
That sought to bar his desperate effort towards
the triumph of the endzone so that at the brink
of his efforts he ran into a butt lol gently caress the jets.

I sing of slings and the man who, losing much
By haughty Eli's unrelenting clutch
Expelled and exiled left the Packers' shore
Long labors, Jets fans, dick pics: all, he bore
And in his comeback, 'neath the punctured dome
A Viking realm, a bitter switch of home
A sling of fun, restored to plays divine
A constant string of starts behind his line
Which Moats then broke, a name accursed still
As Wootton's name, who broke a Favre's will

Hockles
Dec 25, 2007

Resident of Camp Blood
Crystal Lake



Febreeze posted:

Everyone I can't remember off the top of my head is also awesome



Hockles likes everything on Facebook.

Serisothikos
Dec 4, 2004

"It's SpongeBob. I'm a SpongeBob fan."

Mel Mudkiper posted:

"Tebow"

He being brand (and
truth be told;a little
green despite
the
wins)

-new to the
team I, cautiously,
was a little care
ful of y'know pushing-
him-too-hard but thought
hey whatthehell let
him throw: a pass

and he wound his arm
like a crankshaft and
then went back-
wards( what
the hell) and next
sortofflicked his
wrist and the ball

went

out

and

the'ball;spiralingbarely
and slowlyfloating

fell shortand Flopped;
rolLing on thegr
rear end to a:dead
stand-
;still

I think it's already time to close the thread.

Hockles posted:



Hockles likes everything on Facebook.

Hockles also isn't Swickles. This is very hard to master.

bhsman
Feb 9, 2008

"Life ain't just about murder and goats, son."


Breathe deep, y'all, and taste that new fart flavor.

Detroit_Dogg
Feb 2, 2008



Cool thread, cool tattoos.

Rap
Sep 1, 2007

BLITZ

Let us blitz then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like Jay Cutler posterized upon a third down.
Let us go, through certain so-cementlike feets
The puttering retreats
Of feckless backs in weak-rear end lookout blocks
And cardboard linemen with falling stocks:
Feets that drag like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To drag you to an underwhelming record...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and break a digit.

Mel Mudkiper
Jan 19, 2012



^ lol ^



This is just to say (Darrelle Revis)

I have blocked
the pass
that was in
the endzone

and which
you were probably
hoping
to catch

Forgive me
it was perfect
so accurate
and so bold



Troy Polamalu

so much depends
upon

a good strong
safety

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
fanbase.

Mel Mudkiper fucked around with this message at Jul 30, 2013 around 20:13

Silly Burrito
Nov 26, 2007

Not every Manning gets to win a Super Bowl.

Farthouse 3.0 already breaking out the deep poetry. Nice.

Mel Mudkiper
Jan 19, 2012



I am surprised Rap, I figured The Wasteland would be more fertile grounds for a Browns fan

September is the cruellest month, breeding
Hope out of the dead city, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull aches with spring training.

Rap
Sep 1, 2007

BLITZ

Mel Mudkiper posted:

This is just to say (Darrelle Revis)


Troy Polamalu



Holy poo poo on both of these

Rap
Sep 1, 2007

BLITZ

Somebody do "nobody loses all the time" about Archie Manning

Sweeney Tom
Aug 9, 2012

The elite quarterback, seen here in its natural element.

The Butt
by Mark Travis John Sanchez

Once upon a Thanksgiving night, while I pondered weak and in fright,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'


Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak November,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Tebow -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Tebow -
Nameless here for evermore.


And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'


Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.


Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Tebow!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Tebow!'
Merely this and nothing more.


Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'


Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately butt of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Ryan just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.


Then this ebony butt beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient buttocks wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the butt, `Nevermore.'


Much I marvelled this ungainly rear end to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing butt above his chamber door -
Butt or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'


But the butt, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a turd then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the butt said, `Nevermore.'


Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'


But the butt still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous butt of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous butt of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'


This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the rear end whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!


Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Belichick whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Tebow!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Tebow!'
Quoth the butt, `Nevermore.'


`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if butt or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there ring in New Jersey? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the butt, `Nevermore.'


`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if butt or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Tebow-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Tebow?'
Quoth the butt , `Nevermore.'


`Be that word our sign of parting, butt or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black turd as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy hole from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the butt, `Nevermore.'


Angered, soon I started racing toward that butt, faster faster was I pacing
Determined, as my heart was racing, racing toward thy butt by my door.
Surely it'd move, it wouldn't stay, surely surely, but not today;
I struck the butt, face first, then fell aghast and frail to the floor.
Turned face-down in shame, hearing laughter while on the floor.
Quoth the fans, 'Pathetic.'


"Terrible!" they chanted. "You suck, you suck" from their lips were panted
'Bring in Tebow' pleas ungranted, and ignored evermore.
'Fire Rex' they abruptly shouted, every insult came from fans who pouted
Pouted at the display they had just witnessed, abhorred;
'Bums' and 'disgrace' were just a few words uttered against the Jets, now abhorred.
Quoth the butt, 'Season's o'er.'


And the buttocks, never flitting, still is making GBS threads, still is making GBS threads
On the pallid bust of Ryan just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies face-down on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Sweeney Tom fucked around with this message at Jul 30, 2013 around 20:53

Mel Mudkiper
Jan 19, 2012



Sweeney Tom posted:

The Butt
by Mark Travis John Sanchez

Goddamn son

CPFortest
Jun 2, 2009

Did you not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese?


I'm in full favor of the Farthouse 3.0 just being a Poetry slam.

whypick1
Dec 18, 2009

Just another jackass on the Internet


Can we Goldmine a thread before it hits page 2?

Mel Mudkiper
Jan 19, 2012



The Call not Made
By Scab Ref


TWO calls diverged in a Seahawks endzone,
And sorry I could not make both
And be one referee, long I stood
And thought about one as long as I could
To where it lead on the scoreboard;

Then saw the other call, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was seemingly an interception;
Though as for that those players there
Had caught them really about the same,

And both that evening equally lay
defenders and receivers on their backs.
Oh, I kept the INT for another day!
Yet knowing how plays leads on to plays,
I doubted if I should ever look back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere seasons and seasons hence:
Two calls diverged in a down, and I—
I took the one less recommended by,
And that has made all the difference.

anime fuck pillow
May 9, 2010

For the otaku who wants to take his 2D relationship to the next level

Mel Mudkiper posted:

The Call not Made
By Scab Ref

Mother of god.

I love the Farthouse so much.

commy gun
Apr 5, 2009



This thread is so rad
I need to contribute some
Here is a haiku

DJExile
Jun 27, 2007

Saturday football was cool, then it got mainstream. Tuesday football is where it's at now.


Sweeney Tom posted:

The Butt
by Mark Travis John Sanchez


Jesus

may also want to rehost some of those

Atomic Spud
Jun 24, 2013


I dont even. You guys are the best of people.

Benne
Sep 2, 2011

STOP DOING HEROIN

Is the Farthouse Tumblr still active?


Because I think it's time to bring that back.

Declan MacManus
Sep 1, 2011



Après le Butt

I gotta
get me a new
joke.
(Oh hey
Sanchez did a thing.) L.O.L.
(I wish

you'd come up
with your own
material

I'd be
a happy man)
I GOTTA

Write
a parody for this
(You hack.)

Slate Action
Feb 13, 2012

My work here is done.

I think I've seen this collection of verse somewhere before...



"THE object of this volume is to place before the general reader our early poetic masterpieces; to do so in a way that will render their "popular perusal" easy in a time of little leisure and unbounded temptations to intellectual languor...butt."

Slate Action fucked around with this message at Jul 30, 2013 around 21:02

AAA DOLFAN
Jun 17, 2002

I do not see why man should not be just as cruel as nature.


I have no idea what template is being used for some of these

edit: My awful attempt

Sanchezymandias

I met a Moore from a familiar land
Who had: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand near the 40 line. Near them, on the turf,
Half blocked, an angry Wilfork lies, whose large wife,
And wrinkled hips, and sneer of belichick's command,
Tell that his job to fumble this ball from my hands
Beat his punch I may, scramble seems my only option,
The receivers not open but good vision I do not possess.
And on the dash towards Moore's protective block these words appear --
"My name is Sanchezias, butt of fumbles:
Look on my scramble, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. touchdown the Gregory
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
How the gently caress did anyone think I was a franchise quarterback.'

This may or may not be because I just read the poem Ozymandias

AAA DOLFAN fucked around with this message at Jul 30, 2013 around 21:13

Barudak
May 7, 2007

No no, I'm Sean Mexico. You must have me mistaken for someone else.

An RB Has Died
By Zygi Wilf

My RB has died.
I buried him in the end zone
next to a mothballed viking suit.

Some day I'll join him right there,
but now he's gone with his purple coat,
his bad knees and his cold nose,
and I, the ownership, who never believed
in any promised Super Bowl in this city
for any human being,
believe in a Lombardi I'll never hold.
Yes, I believe in a Lombardi for all RBdom
And my RB waits for my arrival
waving his hand in friendship.

Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a runningback
who was never supported.
His career for me, like that of a Brown
withholding its doctors,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no less yards than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my drafts
filling me full of his friends or talent,
he never rubbed up against my big board
like other players obsessed with QBs.

No, my RB used to run for me,
paying me the touchdowns I need,
the touchdowns required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being AP, he was wasting time,
but, with those legs so much purer than mine,
he'd keep on running it
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and purple life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.

Ai, how many times have I envied his cleats
as we walked together on the shores of lake Calhoun
in the lonely winter of Minneapolis
where the wintering birds filled the sky
and my RB was jumping about
full of the voltage of the plays movement:
my all day, sniffing away
with his shaved head held high,
face to face with the lake's spray.

Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only RBs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless cuts.

There are no good-byes for my RB who has died,
and we don't now and never did lie to each other.

So now he's gone to Canton and I buried him,
and that's all there is to it.

Barudak fucked around with this message at Jul 30, 2013 around 21:22

Mel Mudkiper
Jan 19, 2012



^ drat, I was trying to think of a good Neruda ^

Al Davis

I met a fanbase from a Western land
Who said: "One vast and empty gridiron field
sits in the bay. Near it on the scoreboard,
Half faded, a shattered visage lies, whose grin
And wrinkled face and gaze of cold command
Tell that its coaching staff well read those passions
Which yet survive, stamped on this lifeless team,
The fans that mocked them and the players that fled.
And on the scoreboard these words appear:
`My name is Al Davis, Owner of Owners:
Look on my rings, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal field, turfless and bare,
The empty and leveled stands stretch far away".

AAA DOLFAN posted:

This may or may not be because I just read the poem Ozymandias

Let's be honest, we both saw that Breaking Bad promo and were like "OH YEAH!"

Mel Mudkiper fucked around with this message at Jul 30, 2013 around 21:17

Gerund
Sep 12, 2007

He Push A Man


Do not go gentle into that Uhaul van,
A town should burn and rave at end of day;
Rage, rage against the shipment to LA.

Though wise owners in their desk know of such plans,
Because their lease had increased, or so they say;
Do not go gentle into that Uhaul van.

Good players, numbers retired, crying to a man
Their frail bodies might have stayed in Green Bay,
Rage, rage against the shipment to LA.

Wild drunks tailgate and face-paint by day,
And learn, too late, the new stadium has met delay,
Do not go gentle into that Uhaul van.

Jaguars, near death, who see a tiny clan
Bright tarps blazing like the fields of hay,
Rage, rage against the shipment to LA

And you, my fanbase, with now throwback jersey,
Curse, please, them now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that Uhaul Van.
Rage, rage against the shipment to LA.

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Barudak
May 7, 2007

No no, I'm Sean Mexico. You must have me mistaken for someone else.

Mel Mudkiper posted:

^ drat, I was trying to think of a good Neruda ^

I feel like the poem is so perfect for so many things I may have wasted it


Thoughts on a Still Play
By James Harrison of the mid Steelers Dynasty

Before my tackle, the route is shining bright,
I think that it is an option upon the ground.
I raise my head and look at the ball carrier,
I lower my head and think of home.

Barudak fucked around with this message at Jul 30, 2013 around 21:23

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