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amorousNow Playing: Cooking Duck Butter - Ancient recipe for turning stomachs into purses (high finance)
Topic: Announcements
What snooky needs to know, snooky won't understand.
Snooky can't know nothing since nothing's loose like sand.
Nothing's when you grab at "this" and find there's nothing there.
But when the last of nothing's gone, you'll find it 'neath your hair.
According to the Wall Street Journal (and who should know nothing better than they?) “In retrospect, Microsoft's unsolicited approach appears to have badly backfired. Instead of winning Yahoo's huge audience and online search capabilities Microsoft has driven its quarry into the arms of its arch enemy—Google.”
When snooky thinks he has it all, he doesn't have a thing.
When the last of something's gone, it only leaves a ring.
A ring in ear's a ring in nose; a ring around the moon
means the last of rain will fall and nothing's growing soon.
What's the use in trying to grab? You can't hold what is not.
The bed you lie in's just a place; it's either king or cot.
And, when you sleep, the death of "now" turns into something else;
from which the seed of nothing more brings forth what makes up hells.
So lullabye sweet snooky. You won't soon get to know
just where the path you thought was yours turned into just a show
for someone else's cabaret; for someone else's stand
from where the nothing you can't have makes something fine and grand.
