Say Something Random - Part 23!

[golden girl37]

That's what I thought. XD I want candy corn now!! XD

 

*whispers* I never had candy corn.

[StarryEyed<3]

[YOUTUBE]GlrIb9MtXO4[/YOUTUBE] jhfkughkiahuufhkgdičnhg

 

I adore this one

[Lilasko]

Just read:

Did you know it's impossible to say "What a handsome face" without sounding like a Skåning saying "Var det han som fes??" (was he the one who farted?)

 

And I tried and he was right

[liveforglitter]

Oh no. I don't know, can't you ask your mum or someone to go get some for you?

I knew that this will happen someday, riding after all of that i've been through is dangerous, but horses are important to me.

it's 10:25pm, can't get it anywhere at this time here oh well maybe i strugle through night and get some painkillers in the morning.

[golden girl37]

;D

 

 

 

 

YES

Maybe, but at least they make up for it when it comes to christmas

Oh xD

You didn't miss anything

NO.

Not good enough. xD

Yes. xD

Oh, but I did.

I adore this one

So do I. :3

Just read:

Did you know it's impossible to say "What a handsome face" without sounding like a Skåning saying "Var det han som fes??" (was he the one who farted?)

 

And I tried and he was right

Good thing I never use that one.

[StarryEyed<3]

I've said it 934590719816037196736934189368254254 times, I'll say it again: I love you.

And yes, please do.

 

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,

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 December,

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 Lenore -

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -

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, `Lenore!'

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'

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 raven 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 Pallas just above my chamber door -

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

 

Then this ebony bird 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 raven wandering from the nightly shore -

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

 

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl 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 bird above his chamber door -

Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as `Nevermore.'

 

But the raven, 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 feather 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 bird 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 raven 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 bird of yore -

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

 

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl 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 Seraphim 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 Lenore!

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

 

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird 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 balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

 

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird 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 Lenore -

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

 

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -

`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

 

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas 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 floating on the floor

Shall be lifted - nevermore!

 

Here ya are sugar I remember sayin I would type more southern for ya

I hope that was sufficient to calm you down, or I may jus' have ta have a fit! :333 xD

I copy/pasted the other parts so it would be from start to finish in this one post :333

[golden girl37]

I knew that this will happen someday, riding after all of that i've been through is dangerous, but horses are important to me.

it's 10:25pm, can't get it anywhere at this time here oh well maybe i strugle through night and get some painkillers in the morning.

 

I understand.

Really? Most of our drugstores are open 24/7. I'm so so sorry, again.

[golden girl37]

Once upon a midnight dreary' date=' while I pondered weak and weary,

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 December,

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 Lenore -

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -

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, `Lenore!'

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'

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 raven 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 Pallas just above my chamber door -

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

 

Then this ebony bird 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 raven wandering from the nightly shore -

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

 

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl 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 bird above his chamber door -

Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as `Nevermore.'

 

But the raven, 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 feather 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 bird 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 raven 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 bird of yore -

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

 

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl 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 Seraphim 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 Lenore!

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

 

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird 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 balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

 

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird 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 Lenore -

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

 

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -

`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'

Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

 

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas 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 floating on the floor

Shall be lifted - nevermore!

 

Here ya are sugar I remember sayin I would type more southern for ya

I hope that was sufficient to calm you down, or I may jus' have ta have a fit! :333 xD

I copy/pasted the other parts so it would be from start to finish in this one post :333

 

JKSAČCJHDNVČSDINDSOČIDHHFIDOČFHIFHOČDFHNOINJMĆPInjionhjkdfenhfurtzrieqlčodčkscdsjibahxczudzgfxnoeriuxhfiperuxfhwiqlx iuHP UH iu P ip UIhUIHBUIHUIHNipnhsipdehupwjećfdpdsćžcpkpoćfjqiofhwubncibnsdhzfrt478rhnčćqnhdinahjubcdufgrzufbgvknsdaćcoisićcjpćfhefhoef Yeah, I would say it was good enough.Thank yew. :3

It's beautiful.

[Lilasko]

NO.

Not good enough. xD

Yes. xD

Oh, but I did.

 

So do I. :3

 

Good thing I never use that one.

 

YES!

No it's better xD

No I only said like yes and one sentence in swedish What you really missed was Grace

 

Well if you ever visit me you can use it

[liveforglitter]

I understand.

Really? Most of our drugstores are open 24/7. I'm so so sorry, again.

this is Finland, everybody are saving their money as not keeping stores open 24/7 we are so poor.

you don't have to be sorry, soul sister.

[StarryEyed<3]

JKSAČCJHDNVČSDINDSOČIDHHFIDOČFHIFHOČDFHNOINJMĆPInjionhjkdfenhfurtzrieqlčodčkscdsjibahxczudzgfxnoeriuxhfiperuxfhwiqlx iuHP UH iu P ip UIhUIHBUIHUIHNipnhsipdehupwjećfdpdsćžcpkpoćfjqiofhwubncibnsdhzfrt478rhnčćqnhdinahjubcdufgrzufbgvknsdaćcoisićcjpćfhefhoef Yeah, I would say it was good enough.Thank yew. :3

It's beautiful.

 

Yay ;D

It really is :wub2: I simply ADORE Poe. Ah djjfeijskasjfuoakAjsjdopdkei

[Lilasko]

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lblspoAEdJ1qb5gkjo1_500.jpg

 

[golden girl37]

YES!

No it's better xD

No I only said like yes and one sentence in swedish What you really missed was Grace

 

Well if you ever visit me you can use it

NO.

No.

Good enough. PAQ.

Oh great. xD

[liveforglitter]

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lblspoAEdJ1qb5gkjo1_500.jpg

 

riiiiiiiiight.....

[golden girl37]

this is Finland, everybody are saving their money as not keeping stores open 24/7 we are so poor.

you don't have to be sorry, soul sister.

And we're rolling in money. xD Of course I do, you're my soul sister, I worry about you.

Yay ;D

It really is :wub2: I simply ADORE Poe. Ah djjfeijskasjfuoakAjsjdopdkei

I know jsdhfjkdnnhsdjgbjksbkyabgu he's so hfekwjfhukhbnfafnh and jfeiowfhoewfh

[golden girl37]

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lblspoAEdJ1qb5gkjo1_500.jpg

 

 

I love Cleverbot.

[StarryEyed<3]

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lblspoAEdJ1qb5gkjo1_500.jpg

 

 

That's right- NEVER reveal your intentions. 'Punish with impunity.' xD

[liveforglitter]

And we're rolling in money. xD Of course I do, you're my soul sister, I worry about you.

 

I know jsdhfjkdnnhsdjgbjksbkyabgu he's so hfekwjfhukhbnfafnh and jfeiowfhoewfh

just like that. xD wouldn't you mind to lend me some money?

aww, though i would worry about you too. love you

[StarryEyed<3]

And we're rolling in money. xD Of course I do, you're my soul sister, I worry about you.

 

I know jsdhfjkdnnhsdjgbjksbkyabgu he's so hfekwjfhukhbnfafnh and jfeiowfhoewfh

 

I tried to write in his style once.... Dear god does it take forever. Even when I use his guidelines. Skjdoaosifidi. xD

[Lilasko]

riiiiiiiiight.....

 

xD

 

I love Cleverbot.

 

It scares me

 

That's right- NEVER reveal your intentions. 'Punish with impunity.' xD

 

Yes xD

 

 

 

NO.

No.

Good enough. PAQ.

Oh great. xD

 

YES!

yes

You'll hear it soon xD Yes, she talked Swedish

yep xD

[golden girl37]

just like that. xD wouldn't you mind to lend me some money?

aww, though i would worry about you too. love you

Yeah buddy. xD NO. xD

I love you too, soul sister.:hug:

I tried to write in his style once.... Dear god does it take forever. Even when I use his guidelines. Skjdoaosifidi. xD

 

I wouldn't dare try, it would be like an insult. xD And you can't possibly, I mean, he wrote from the heart and experience. And I just...kfjhblajbgf

[golden girl37]

It scares me

 

 

 

YES!

yes

You'll hear it soon xD Yes, she talked Swedish

yep xD

 

That's why I love it, I feel like we're related. xD

NO.

No.

*gasp* Grace, Tinychat, now! xD

[StarryEyed<3]

Yeah buddy. xD NO. xD

I love you too, soul sister.:hug:

 

 

I wouldn't dare try, it would be like an insult. xD And you can't possibly, I mean, he wrote from the heart and experience. And I just...kfjhblajbgf

 

I write pretty well! My style was similar to his anyways... And I only tried it because I really needed to say something. I wouldn't have made the full leap if I hadn't just read his essay on how he writes a few minutes before I had a great idea. It wasn't near his genius- how could it be- but it was nicer than most of the things I've done, and I'm proud of it :333 my dad has it somewhere, I think. Maybe with the story I wrote in first grade about the car who went to china in a hot air balloon.

[liveforglitter]

Grace, hide Watson! Kevin Staut fangurl moment! :swoon:

[Lilasko]

That's why I love it, I feel like we're related. xD

NO.

No.

*gasp* Grace, Tinychat, now! xD

 

Okay xD

YES!

yes

I know xD