Saturday, April 16, 2011

Black like a murder of crows

They lived and they died
They prayed to their gods
But their stone gods did not make a sound
And their Empire crumbled Until all that was left

Were the stones our workmen found
And all this time, the River flowed 

The UStream wake for online poker continues here [Monday update].
Black Friday is over but it hasn't ended. It might be a long, long time before poker comes back. It could be decades, who knows? But after the mourning, life goes on. Good luck and best wishes to everyone out there.



Sting -- All This Time

Men go crazy in congregations
We only get better
One by one

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