| "In this manner [he] had fought forgotten ancestors.They quickened the old life within him, and the old tricks which they stamped into the heredity of the breed were his tricks. They came to him without effort or discovery, as though they had been his always. And when, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolflike, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him. And his cadences were their cadences, the cadences which voiced their woe and what to them was the meaning of stillness, and the cold, and dark. Thus, as a token of what a puppet thing life is, the ancient song surged through him and he came into his own again"
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| "Two years he walks the earth . . . Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road . . . Thou shalt not return, 'cause "the West is the best." And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage . . . No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild."
-Supertramp
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| ....well... maybe sometime soon.
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| I havn't posted on here in ages... Me tinks mes going to start posting more.
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| Can you say 2007 NJCAA All-American? AH-YES! Collegiate All-American? AH-YES! |
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