OMGWTFBBQ

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD YOU GUYS.

CHARLTON HESTON IS DEAD.

ADSLKFJA;DSFJAS I MEAN I KNEW HE WAS OLD BUT THIS IS UNEXPECTED.

I'm kinda in shock.  I'll get back to y'all on this one.

EDIT:  urthstripe32 totally sucks at supporting my surprise.

Poetry, April 6

Brought to you today by Younger Sister, now AKA as Malone, a poem by Edwin Robinson, one which rather reminds me of everything I've read in 19th Century Novel this semester.

Richard Corey

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,

We people on the pavement looked at him:

He was a gentleman from sole to crown,

Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,

And he was always human when he talked;

But still he fluttered pulses when he said,

"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—

And admirably schooled in every grace:

In fine, we thought that he was everything

To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,

And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;

And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,

Went home and put a bullet through his head.