owlice wrote:neufer wrote:I don't comment on colors...that's Ann's job.
She's dyeing you?!?
Well, then, you'll be blue!
- [list]Finnegans Wake: Page 185
He shall produce nichthemerically from his unheavenly body a no
uncertain quantity of obscene matter not protected by copriright
in the United Stars of Ourania or bedeed and bedood and bedang
and bedung to him, with this double dye, brought to blood heat,
gallic acid on iron ore, through the bowels of his misery, flashly,
faithly, nastily, appropriately, this Esuan Menschavik and the first
till last alshemist wrote over every square inch of the only foolscap
available, his own body, till by its corrosive sublimation one
continuous present tense integument slowly unfolded all
marryvoising moodmoulded cyclewheeling history (thereby, he
said, reflecting from his own individual person life unlivable,
transaccidentated through the slow fires of consciousness into a
dividual chaos, perilous, potent, common to allflesh, human only,
mortal) but with each word that would not pass away the
squidself which he had squirtscreened from the crystalline world
waned chagreenold and doriangrayer in its dudhud. This exists
that isits after having been said we know.[/size][/color][/list]
[quote="owlice"][quote="neufer"]I don't comment on colors...that's Ann's job.[/quote]
She's dyeing you?!?
Well, then, you'll be blue![/quote]
[list][color=#0000FF][size=140][list]Finnegans Wake: Page 185[/list]
He shall produce nichthemerically from his unheavenly body a no
uncertain quantity of obscene matter not protected by copriright
in the United Stars of Ourania or bedeed and bedood and bedang
and bedung to him, with this double dye, brought to blood heat,
gallic acid on iron ore, through the bowels of his misery, flashly,
faithly, nastily, appropriately, this Esuan Menschavik and the first
till last alshemist wrote over every square inch of the only foolscap
available, his own body, till by its corrosive sublimation one
continuous present tense integument slowly unfolded all
marryvoising moodmoulded cyclewheeling history (thereby, he
said, reflecting from his own individual person life unlivable,
transaccidentated through the slow fires of consciousness into a
dividual chaos, perilous, potent, common to allflesh, human only,
mortal) but with each word that would not pass away the
squidself which he had squirtscreened from the crystalline world
waned chagreenold and doriangrayer in its dudhud. This exists
that isits after having been said we know.[/size][/color][/list]