Oh the eloquence I have had robbed from my magic quill...
The pain and sorrow that eddied from my dying, trembling hand that went the way of Hamlets father, the tragic king of Danes when they were once more than a clever actress...
The sorrow that does befall this sotted grey matter that no longer matters.
Sweet electronic ether that erased the sweat and toil of a mind made addled by the intoxicated drink of ego and self-aggrandizement...
What wisdom was lost as electrons were laid low in the Underground of Democrats, the essense that we call the soul of our lush allegiance left at the sacrificial bier..
Out damn post, out I say and yet never more does thee abhor labor lost for the love of ego.
Will nothing wash the shame of the shameless...
Oh Skinner, you have torn the soul from my mortal coil.
Anon, anon, my post in General Discussion is dead.
My kingdom for the automatic save.
Tis truly the winter of my discontent forced to join the disconnected rabble disguised as patriots and scoundrels...
Tis better to have written and lost than to never have written et all.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead, long live the Brotherhood of man, the merry wives of General Discussion, this band of democrats shall never pass.
‘Cause truly we are just men and women, nay soldier forced to give the ultimate sacrifice in the cause rhetorical...
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And I mean it...
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
The glass of fashion,
Thrift, thrift, Horatio!
We came, crying hither,
back to DU2.
I love Amelie, and rhink your signature line is hilarious:
Son, if there is an idiot or an ass hole within 500 miles of you, they're gonna find you and get you to be their friend...
just for the beauty of it... 
