- MSG 170587
- zerolander (126.96.36.199) - Sat, 11 Jun 2011 23:25:51 +0100
Hot-air Momentum plus Computer Models.
- MSG 170590
- zero land republic (188.8.131.52) - Sat, 11 Jun 2011 23:44:15 +0100
- MSG 170591
- you all are 2d creatures (with exceptions) (184.108.40.206) - Sat, 11 Jun 2011 23:46:36 +0100
Most people that chit chat around the 2-d dimensions around is to be critical.
- MSG 170652
- marger (220.127.116.11) - Fri, 17 Jun 2011 12:06:37 +0100
- MSG 170657
- philanthropist Bill (18.104.22.168) - Fri, 17 Jun 2011 13:17:36 +0100
He means people on the Internet are a pretty bitchy bunch
- MSG 170881
- zero land republica. (22.214.171.124) - Wed, 06 Jul 2011 03:57:10 +0100
I for 1, know: how too Monstrously Coward some Government(s) ;out there; can be with their own people/citizens/teenagers/kids/babies/preganant ladies/e t c
- MSG 170882
- zero land republica. (126.96.36.199) - Wed, 06 Jul 2011 04:00:25 +0100
d i s m a n t l e
- MSG 171000
- republica (188.8.131.52) - Wed, 20 Jul 2011 19:45:41 +0100
2 be or not to b.
- MSG 171019
- Bill (184.108.40.206) - Mon, 25 Jul 2011 17:40:24 +0100
We must move on from these old posts
- MSG 171039
- zero land land (220.127.116.11) - Tue, 02 Aug 2011 03:22:52 +0100
Movement is a universal language/communication.
- MSG 171040
- zero land land (18.104.22.168) - Tue, 02 Aug 2011 03:25:35 +0100
To decode movement.
To decode emotion.
- MSG 171074
- republic (22.214.171.124) - Sat, 06 Aug 2011 23:53:41 +0100
- MSG 171082
- zero lander (126.96.36.199) - Mon, 08 Aug 2011 18:34:24 +0100
i like to put stuff up to date.
- MSG 171100
- I (188.8.131.52) - Wed, 10 Aug 2011 02:18:57 +0100
"I swear by Apollo, the healer, Asclepius, Hygieia, and Panacea, and I take to witness all the gods, all the goddesses, to keep according to my ability and my judgment, the following Oath and agreement:
To consider dear to me, as my parents, him who taught me this art; to live in common with him and, if necessary, to share my goods with him; To look upon his children as my own brothers, to teach them this art.
I will prescribe regimens for the good of my patients according to my ability and my judgment and never do harm to anyone.
I will not give a lethal drug to anyone if I am asked, nor will I advise such a plan; and similarly I will not give a woman a pessary to cause an abortion.
But I will preserve the purity of my life and my arts.
I will not cut for stone, even for patients in whom the disease is manifest; I will leave this operation to be performed by practitioners, specialists in this art.
In every house where I come I will enter only for the good of my patients, keeping myself far from all intentional ill-doing and all seduction and especially from the pleasures of love with women or with men, be they free or slaves.
All that may come to my knowledge in the exercise of my profession or in daily commerce with men, which ought not to be spread abroad, I will keep secret and will never reveal.
- MSG 171207
- to think (184.108.40.206) - Wed, 21 Sep 2011 19:20:25 +0100
valor>"strength, value, valor,"
valere> "be worth, be strong"
valour>The meaning "courage" valore
- MSG 171210
- Bill (220.127.116.11) - Thu, 22 Sep 2011 14:30:39 +0100
The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, ′mid snow and ice,
A banner with the strange device,
His brow was sad; his eye beneath,
Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,
And like a silver clarion rung
The accents of that unknown tongue,
In happy homes he saw the light
Of household fires gleam warm and bright;
Above, the spectral glaciers shone,
And from his lips escaped a groan,
"Try not the Pass!" the old man said:
"Dark lowers the tempest overhead,
The roaring torrent is deep and wide!
And loud that clarion voice replied,
"Oh stay," the maiden said, "and rest
Thy weary head upon this breast!"
A tear stood in his bright blue eye,
But still he answered, with a sigh,
"Beware the pine-tree′s withered branch!
Beware the awful avalanche!"
This was the peasant′s last Good-night,
A voice replied, far up the height,
At break of day, as heavenward
The pious monks of Saint Bernard
Uttered the oft-repeated prayer,
A voice cried through the startled air,
A traveller, by the faithful hound,
Half-buried in the snow was found,
Still grasping in his hand of ice
That banner with the strange device,
There in the twilight cold and gray,
Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay,
And from the sky, serene and far,
A voice fell, like a falling star,
- MSG 171292
- zerlander (18.104.22.168) - Sun, 09 Oct 2011 19:29:13 +0100
Greetings Mr. bill.
I`m thinking that stone cold is too cold.
- MSG 171296
- Bill (22.214.171.124) - Mon, 10 Oct 2011 16:42:37 +0100
That′s for sure IQ !
- MSG 171638
- i cue (126.96.36.199) - Tue, 22 Nov 2011 21:01:46 +0000
We agreed one a statement!, Bill.
- MSG 171650
- Bill (188.8.131.52) - Wed, 23 Nov 2011 18:52:40 +0000
Only one ?
Surely more than that !