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Comment by James on August 12, 2012 at 6:51pm

kazooz all around, on the house !!!

Comment by Clock The Wolf on August 12, 2012 at 6:02pm

There once was a Fool named Oily

Who had for a hat an old doily

He picked up his hat

But it was a rat

Now his pants are all soily

:-/  :-O  ;-)

 

Comment by Ron "Oily" Sprague on August 12, 2012 at 5:09pm

"There once was a man named Dave
Who lived with a whore in a cave
She had but one...eye
And her...breath...smelled like...rye
But think of the money he saved!"

No?

There once was a dentist named Frank
Who practiced on patients this prank:
When he got 'em under
Their pockets he'd plunder
Then give their genitalia a yank.

No?

A wolfish young man who liked clocks
Played a mean slide he stored with his socks.
His cinematic Muse
Caused him oft to abuse
The shaft (which he stroked) of his...box.

>:-E

Comment by Clock The Wolf on August 12, 2012 at 1:19pm

8-} "Silent" Jim Thompson...  !!!

Comment by RTZGUITARS on August 12, 2012 at 1:01pm

McCarthy alive yes and very successful, but many don't seem to handle success or rejection well.

Jack London   suicide they think

Ernest Hemingway   Self gunshot

Dylan Thomas   Boozed to death

Tennesse Williams   Choked to death

Edgar Allen Poe   Mistery Booze suspected

Mark Twain   predicted his death, claimed Halleys comet brought and would take his life.

Hunter Thompson   self gunshot

Virginia Woolf    Drowned self

These are some that I know about but check out this list I found and its doen't include song writers.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Writers_who_committed_suicide

I'm just saying good writers are often very unstable people. Not you jim you seem stable.

Comment by Clock The Wolf on August 12, 2012 at 1:10am

"horrible ending to there lives?"  Who? Certainly not McCarthy. He's still alive, and  having a better time of it than any other time in his life...

Comment by RTZGUITARS on August 11, 2012 at 8:28pm

 I read a few Cormac books The Road was the last one. Why do so many great writers have such horrible ending to there lives?

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Don't get better then that.

 

Comment by Uncle John on August 11, 2012 at 1:53am

Corn dog!  Like the setting and talk there Oily.

Comment by Ron "Oily" Sprague on August 11, 2012 at 1:05am

Mmmmmm, corn dawwwwg....

Comment by Ron "Oily" Sprague on August 10, 2012 at 5:21pm

All proper Walkin'' Dudes wear 'em, Randall. >:-E

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