| The GREATEST thing you'll ever LEARN, is just to LOVE- and be LOVED in RETURN. |
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The Outer Charms |
| NAME: Iphyengia Yidrych AGE: Yes and No LOCATION: Ashlings, Distopia |
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The Inner Workings
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| If you cannot be GOOD... Be CAREFUL. |
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An Empty Box? |
Friday, January 31, 2003
Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely. ~~ Erma Bombeck
Maybe we'll see eachother on the other side of the veil.
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.
II.
How strange it is that man on earth should roam,
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His rugged path; nor dare he view alone
His future doom which is but to awake.
John Keats
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.
II.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.
III.
I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
IV.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
V.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
VI.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.
VII.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said -
«I love thee true.»
VIII.
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
IX.
And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream’d - Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream’d
On the cold hill’s side.
X.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried - «La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!»
XI.
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.
XII.
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.
John Keats (1795-1817)
some more quoteable little gems...
"NoW iF U haVe a PsYcHoTiC LiTtLe BrAt Of a KiD, TrY nOt 2 sHoW hiM/hEr in PubLiC... CoMe'On PeOpLe We HaVe a FaMiLy NaMe anD Rep. to mAiNtAiN."
"ReMiNd YOur KiD, OnLy CaTs HaVe 9LiVes, hE haS oNe."
"....u deserve tang..."
" ...I've SeEn PeOpLe DiE aLoNg WiTh ThEiR sOuLs AnD pReTeNd tO eXiSt,..."
Sunday, January 26, 2003
For you see, each day I love you more-
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
~Rosemonde Gerard
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love. ~Author Unknown