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Still no sleep......Im a wreck

I have visions of bombs

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,' Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.' But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.' Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never-nevermore."' But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking `Nevermore.' This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting - `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Im flying in Tuesday at 9am, Im so F'N PUMPED

PABST BLUE RIBBON BEER????????? Rat gUT

Who looks at faces???? Bueller??? Anyone????

NEW ORLEANS -- What would you say if I told you the most important player on the Baltimore Ravens this year, the man whose leadership stitched his team back together in a moment of crisis, wasn't the guy you see gyrating and thumping his chest in front of all the cameras? [+] EnlargeAP Photo/Paul SpinelliEd Reed, left, and Ray Lewis -- teammates with dramatically different leadership styles. What if I questioned the narrative that's been drilled into your brain for so many years, the notion that this is Ray Lewis' team and it's his leadership that inspires and focuses the Ravens above all else? What if Lewis' alpha-male personality, his ceaseless energy and his booming, sermonizing pregame speeches were only part of the equation? Could I convince you there's another player on the Ravens who's been just as important, just as influential, in this year's Super Bowl run, if not more so? You'd probably scoff at first. Roll your eyes, maybe. Especially if I told you he was moody, mercurial, occasionally aloof and uncomfortable with fame. That he purposefully grooms and dresses himself like a train-hopping hobo -- to keep the world outside the locker room at arm's length -- and that he'd be thrilled if he never had to do another interview for the rest of his career. You'd be skeptical, wouldn't you? http://espn.go.com/nfl/playoffs/2012/story/_/id/8892504/super-bowl-xlvii-ed-reed-hiding-plain-sight

Neither will these puppies

Good job Pops. Fuck Nut

My Son Drew wins 1st Mariner banks Ultimate Fan Contest!!!!!!!!! We won a sweet autographed Joe Flacco framed picture that would look fantastic on MY mancave wall

Nope, this is BS...it was 91 degrees Wednesday, low 40's now

To LOSE... Dilfer predicted the Ravens will lose to the 49ers, 31-23: "As conflicted as I am having to pick between two of my former teams ... both move the ball. The pistol allows the Niners to punch it in, while the Ravens are stuck kicking field goals." http://espn.go.com/blog/afcnorth/post/_/id/64915/dilfer-picks-ravens-to-lose-in-super-bowl Really Trent, we only kick field goals, I thought you were an ESPN analyst, Joe has 8TD's in 3 playoff games..

my heat just clicked on...

Nice, great am tune

Excellent find Mr Cleet. We are truly blesses to have the Wizard as our GM..

LMAO at Pete Prisco, guess hes bored shitless stairing at his Troy Fat Head.. Check out the article, he is so f'n bored he breaks down all of Rays tackles, he claims Rays tackle #'s are inflated.. http://www.cbssports.com/nfl/story/21619470/after-further-review-ravens-lewis-playing-well-but-stats-inflated

Love the MLB channel.. BUT, why all this love for the Toronto Blue Jays, they did a segment on the AL East, talked about the Yanks, the fading BoSox then proclaimed the Jays as the early favs for the AL East Crown.. No O's love, just because we lost Reynolds..Ahhhhh I think we'll be stronger with Nick in RF and Chris Davis full time at 1st base..

Thats right, forgot all about him.... Didnt Danny Ainge play for Toronto at the ML Level, then went on to a good NBA career? I think it was Toronto Blue Jays he played for..

I love the chart (thats in the link) Has last 7 playoff games he's been off the charts..And if Evans catches the dam ball, we are REPEAT CHAMPIONS

Trust me, Im purple, my house, unfortunately my Ravens flag got torn today in constant 30 mph winds but it was 91 degrees..

WHAT???????

hookedonphonics.com

Statistical proficiency always trumps emotion. You can win with proficiency and emotion, and you can win with just proficiency. But nobody wins purely on emotion, not in the NFL. The statistical signatures of victory are so easy to identify in the NFL and Flacco's Ravens are a near-perfect case study. The reality is that the Ravens are rolling because Flacco is rolling, and right now he’s a giant avalanche statistical awesomeness trucking down the hill of big-game excellence and right into the Superdome. Here’s Flacco’s performances in his last seven postseason games, a period during which the Ravens are 5-2, have reached consecutive AFC title games and now the Super Bowl for the first time in 13 seasons. There are a couple key numbers. The first is 15-2, an incredible TD-INT ratio that spells victory in any era by any quarterback. He’s topped a 95 rating in six of those seven games, and 100 in four of seven. Now, here’s what’s most interesting statistical signature: Flacco has thrown just two INT in these seven games. No coincidence that it’s the two games that Baltimore lost. The Ravens are 7-0 in the playoffs when Flacco does not throw a pick. The Ravens are 1-4 in the playoffs when Flacco throws a pick. The lone win with a pick came against New England in the 2009 postseason, on a day when Flacco completed just four passes for 34 yards. That’s how the NFL works: you lose games when your quarterback makes mistakes; you win games when he does not, especially in the postseason. And right now the Ravens are the NFL’s reigning postseason dynamo because their quarterback does not make mistakes – while combining that care for the football with a devastating downfield passing attack (awesome 9.2 YPA here in the 2012 postseason). http://www.coldhardfootballfacts.com/content/cup-statistical-joe-flacco-best-big-game-qb-nfl-today/21071/

LMAO, that was good