- MSG 168792
- zero lander (200.107.125.131) - Thu, 08 Jul 2010 15:40:46 +0100
I vow to be more exact, efficient and better in my signal intel..
- MSG 168798
- zero lander (65.167.28.8) - Fri, 09 Jul 2010 00:07:29 +0100
I`ll tell you all something: "I`m a very easy going person and respect is a must for me."
- MSG 168799
- zero lander (200.107.125.131) - Fri, 09 Jul 2010 15:10:31 +0100
I`m very simply using my abilities to rule the world where it may be need.
And I do it because I can!.
- MSG 168801
- zero lander (200.107.125.131) - Fri, 09 Jul 2010 15:36:53 +0100
It`s a rewarding privilege to be able to help my fellow human beings out!.
- MSG 168802
- zero lander (65.167.28.8) - Fri, 09 Jul 2010 16:34:41 +0100
I want to thank the F.B.I. for helping to become who I am now days.
All of this would have not been possible without you decent folks.
- MSG 168814
- zero lander (65.167.28.8) - Sun, 11 Jul 2010 00:55:53 +0100
My genious is in my simplicity of being who I think.
- MSG 168819
- zero lander (200.107.125.131) - Sun, 11 Jul 2010 22:16:16 +0100
Mexico is a muse to most Mexicans.
- MSG 168823
- zero lander (200.107.125.131) - Sun, 11 Jul 2010 22:40:16 +0100
With all due respect to me: I′m a victory junkie!.
Martin Aguero Gallo
- MSG 168833
- zero lander (65.167.28.8) - Mon, 12 Jul 2010 01:58:02 +0100
The best thing one can do when being psy oped is ignore it.
- MSG 168837
- zero lander (65.167.28.8) - Mon, 12 Jul 2010 18:01:12 +0100
I`m proud to be part of the Spaniard gang!.
It`s a return to who I am..
- MSG 168851
- zero lander (65.167.28.8) - Fri, 16 Jul 2010 22:52:01 +0100
I make good signals even better.
- MSG 168853
- zero lander (65.167.28.8) - Fri, 16 Jul 2010 23:29:58 +0100
I have a new found respect for my Honduran brothers....
- MSG 168862
- zero lander (65.167.28.8) - Sat, 17 Jul 2010 00:38:45 +0100
Respect is an important part of understanding each other.
- MSG 168863
- zero lander (65.167.28.8) - Sat, 17 Jul 2010 00:41:31 +0100
Good intentions go very far with me.
- MSG 168864
- zero lander (65.167.28.8) - Sat, 17 Jul 2010 00:41:57 +0100
I´ll help you all with good ideas, I promise!.
- MSG 168918
- zero lander (65.167.28.8) - Sun, 01 Aug 2010 00:58:55 +0100
I`m pretty happy living a simple, free existance.
- MSG 168924
- zero lander (65.167.28.8) - Sun, 01 Aug 2010 01:09:48 +0100
As far as I`m conserned, I have solved the tourism decline we had in Mexico.
- MSG 168932
- zero lander (65.167.28.8) - Mon, 02 Aug 2010 04:08:42 +0100
It`s a grand pleasure to punish evil.
- MSG 168938
- zero lander (65.167.28.8) - Thu, 05 Aug 2010 15:49:06 +0100
I am strong in the truth and the truth guides me in the rightious way!.
- MSG 168996
- Bill (92.8.254.135) - Fri, 20 Aug 2010 19:13:46 +0100
The Wreck of the Hesperus
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr,
To bear him company.
Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
That ope in the month of May.
The skipper he stood beside the helm,
His pipe was in his mouth,
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now West, now South.
Then up and spake an old Sailòr,
Had sailed to the Spanish Main,
"I pray thee, put into yonder port,
For I fear a hurricane.
"Last night, the moon had a golden ring,
And to-night no moon we see!"
The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Colder and louder blew the wind,
A gale from the Northeast,
The snow fell hissing in the brine,
And the billows frothed like yeast.
Down came the storm, and smote amain
The vessel in its strength;
She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
Then leaped her cable′s length.
"Come hither! come hither! my little daughtèr,
And do not tremble so;
For I can weather the roughest gale
That ever wind did blow."
He wrapped her warm in his seaman′s coat
Against the stinging blast;
He cut a rope from a broken spar,
And bound her to the mast.
"O father! I hear the church-bells ring,
Oh say, what may it be?"
"′T is a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!"
And he steered for the open sea.
"O father! I hear the sound of guns,
Oh say, what may it be?"
"Some ship in distress, that cannot live
In such an angry sea!"
"O father! I see a gleaming light,
Oh say, what may it be?"
But the father answered never a word,
A frozen corpse was he.
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face turned to the skies,
The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
On his fixed and glassy eyes.
Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
That savèd she might be;
And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave
On the Lake of Galilee.
And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Tow′rds the reef of Norman′s Woe.
And ever the fitful gusts between
A sound came from the land;
It was the sound of the trampling surf
On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
The breakers were right beneath her bows,
She drifted a dreary wreck,
And a whooping billow swept the crew
Like icicles from her deck.
She struck where the white and fleecy waves
Looked soft as carded wool,
But the cruel rocks, they gored her side
Like the horns of an angry bull.
Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,
With the masts went by the board;
Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank,
Ho! ho! the breakers roared!
At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
A fisherman stood aghast,
To see the form of a maiden fair,
Lashed close to a drifting mast.
The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
The salt tears in her eyes;
And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed,
On the billows fall and rise.
Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,
In the midnight and the snow!
Christ save us all from a death like this,
On the reef of Norman′s Woe!
The Wreck of the Hesperus
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow