THE DOOM

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This is THE REAL DOOM!!

Here is one of his famous threads.

Look up the rest. They are fucking HILARIOUS!

Thread: A CURE FOR DEPRESSION....this will cheer you up.

I'm not depressed:)

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River Of Deceit never got enough airplay

great song

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clown or clone or off the clock

Why is Look Skyclocker in my doom thread.

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Cool people only.

it's just my natural perversity
you are forever free to doom my uncooolness

just wondering if the time syncs on 2/27 were as random as the time on that video

the clown doom was just a coincidence

really

i think i am losing the ability to be random

if i ever had it

my doom

They'll give you a free haircut in Boot.

EOCT

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as you were

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3. An Irish Airman foresees his Death


I KNOW that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross, 5
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds, 10
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind 15
In balance with this life, this death.

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But the breeze passed on thro' the outer hall into the banquet-room,
It was the breath, they knew, of Death, now drawing a soul to its doom.
Slowly the guests returned to the hall, gently they bade good-night,
Yet not a word from the Laird was heard, and his hands were cold and white.
They bore him away from the banquet-room, his kinsfolk by his side,
But ere the dawn of the coming morn the Laird of Birse had died.
Never the prattle of children now, never a merry shout,
Weird are the calls in the old grey walls when the light of day goes out,
And herdsmen say that oftentimes, when fog enshrouds the moor,
They hear a horse spring up the course towards the Castle door:
There sounds the clanging of a bell, they see a flickering light,
And then two horsemen gallop on ~ far out into the night.

I am A Birse

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Cool. People.

you disgust me

Ooh. Someone likes me.