Demon Warthogs #82YLJ8QC - Level 11 Casual/Serious War & Talent Development Clan

CoLeaders needed.

We are in the market for 1 or 2 players TH10 or higher to help manage our clan. Ideal candidates would do some of the following: donate lots of troops, start wars, recruit new players, post and hit friendly challenges, keep morale up with friendly banter, 6-star wars, interfere with the internet access of our enemies, max clan games.

Demon Warthogs#82YLJ8QC

We are a war clan for the recreational player. We war hard, but we never forget our commitment to fun and teamwork. The clan is a play space, not a workplace. That's why supporting and encouraging the team is priority 1, and winning is priority 1.5.

This is also a clan where you're free to develop your village however you want. We understand that there are plenty of different ways to play the game. If you want to war you will need to be able to attack effectively, of course.

We run wars regularly (2 to 3 times per week) and since our record isn't that impressive overall we aren't going to make a big deal out of if you make a mess of your attack. That being said, put your best foot forward. If you're opted in, hit for stars, and aim for a triple. We are here to win, and improve our skills...while keeping our perspective.

Discord is optional, but it's pretty easy and it really helps a lot with organizing war attacks and talking about strategies and techniques.

If the clan is set invite only just put "zigzag" in your join request. Come on by and check us out!

I search your profile for a translation
I study the conversation like a map
Because I know there is strength in the differences between us
and I know there is comfort where we overlap

-Ani DiFranco

I heard of a man
who says words so beautifully
that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him.

If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips
it is because I hear a man climb stairs
and clear his throat outside our door.

-L. Cohen

My November Guest
My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walked the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

Robert Frost

& whoever's in charge up there
had better take the elevator down
& put more than change in our cup
or else we
are coming
up

-Ani DiFranco

What I'm Doing Here

I do not know if the world has lied
I have lied
I do not know if the world has conspired against love
I have conspired against love
The atmosphere of torture is no comfort
I have tortured
Even without the mushroom cloud
still I would have hated
Listen
I would have done the same things
even if there were no death
I will not be held like a drunkard
under the cold tap of facts
I refuse the universal alibi

Like an empty telephone booth passed at night
and remembered
like mirrors in a movie palace lobby consulted
only on the way out
like a nymphomaniac who binds a thousand
into strange brotherhood
I wait
for each one of you to confess

-L. Cohen

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost

"TO A POET A THOUSAND YEARS HENCE"

I who am dead a thousand years,
And wrote this sweet archaic song,
Send you my words for messengers
The way I shall not pass along.

I care not if you bridge the seas,
Or ride secure the cruel sky,
Or build consummate palaces
Of metal or of masonry.

But have you wine and music still,
And statues and a bright-eyed love,
And foolish thoughts of good and ill,
And prayers to them who sit above?

How shall we conquer? Like a wind
That falls at eve our fancies blow,
And old Maeonides the blind
Said it three thousand years ago.

O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,
Student of our sweet English tongue,
Read out my words at night, alone:
I was a poet, I was young.

Since I can never see your face,
And never shake you by the hand,
I send my soul through time and space
To greet you. You will understand.

By James Elroy Flecker (1884-1915).

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

-Percy Bysshe Shelley

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sing a song of Ritalin; sing a song of speed.
Sing a song of emptiness in this, our hour of need.
Tell a tale of lighters, of rigs and pipes and platters.
Tell a tale of how we lost the only thing that matters.

Sing a song about how some things are not quite what they seem
and suck the self destruction as it rises in a stream.
Stare at the wall as you're starting to fall 'cause you flew too close to the sun.
Spiral and spin and withdraw to within, and keep telling yourself that it's fun.

Don't the hours grow shorter as the days go by
We never get to stop and open our eyes
One minute you're waiting for the sky to fall
The next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all

Lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time

These fragile bodies of touch and taste
This fragrant skin, this hair like lace
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste

When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Sometimes you're made to feel as if your love's a crime
Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight

Rode hard and put up wet
I ain't down but I can't get up yet
It's a long ride back to the way I want to feel.
Sundown across the plains
I've been sore before I'll be sore again,
No place to hide to keep from running.
Laid down in a cottonwood hollow, left a trail no man can follow,
Is it safe to rest my head again til morning?
Cracked throat and my canteen's dry, but rain don't fall from an empty sky,
So I'll whisper Hail Marys til the sun comes up.

Now don't tell me that part of the story when the cowboy falls in love.
When he traded in his pistol and his saddle, and the stars above.
Now the candle's burning down, and midnight comes around, and the best that we can hope for
Is to be laughing when we finally hit the ground.

Hello there! I'm Hiro28 and I'm interested in joining your clan. The truth is I'm not a pro nor a noob. I'm an almost maxed TH9. If you like please invite me #892PVG0PO (the 1st one Is a zero). I'm in a clan but I'm leaving if you decide to take me onboard. Thx for your time!

Hi Hiro28,

Sorry for the lack of reply. I had to move cities at the end of February and I haven't been maintaining this thread. I just sent you a friend request in game.

Rode hard and come down tired
Stripped from the saddle when the rifle fired
Deep in dreams of women and clean water.
Well I did before what I'll do again
So forgive me father if I have sinned
But the old wood cracks before it bends.

As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,—John, I

sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what

can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ big car,

drive, he sd, for
christ’s sake, look
out where yr going.


-Robert Creeley

They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within.
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them.
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin.