my day
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
coolest poem in the world. i hate poetry but i like this one for some reason. it makes me feel old. since we cant digress in age im stuck growing older and one day disappearing just like poor old ozymandias. school was a little bit better of a day. i think im like going through my midlife crisis right now if thats possible. im really wreckless with money which is not like my frugal self and im depressed about my age. that is soo weird but i guess im a different individual. i guess u dont get paranoid until someone tells u u r old. i should apologize to my ol man for doing that soo much. sean came over after practice to do some chemistry and then we had a german meeting. i really hope i can score some ice cream tonight. i have decided i quit girls (for good this time) and ice cream is my nicoret.
im outti
i love cody so damn much
o wait im not supposed to say that
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
coolest poem in the world. i hate poetry but i like this one for some reason. it makes me feel old. since we cant digress in age im stuck growing older and one day disappearing just like poor old ozymandias. school was a little bit better of a day. i think im like going through my midlife crisis right now if thats possible. im really wreckless with money which is not like my frugal self and im depressed about my age. that is soo weird but i guess im a different individual. i guess u dont get paranoid until someone tells u u r old. i should apologize to my ol man for doing that soo much. sean came over after practice to do some chemistry and then we had a german meeting. i really hope i can score some ice cream tonight. i have decided i quit girls (for good this time) and ice cream is my nicoret.
im outti
i love cody so damn much
o wait im not supposed to say that