and she's there again, with her too pretty smile (doesn't she know I'm immune?) masking a vacant hollow existence,
filled with Survivor and low fat cookies
so petulant, like a six-year old, really.
I begin to wonder, am I the only one who sees? then I remember, no.
how many more times do I have to act disinterested before she'll just______go_____ away.
I am so...
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filled with Survivor and low fat cookies
so petulant, like a six-year old, really.
I begin to wonder, am I the only one who sees? then I remember, no.
how many more times do I have to act disinterested before she'll just______go_____ away.
I am so...
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golightly:
hey, thanks for your note -- i'm studying literature -- love the master and margherita, btw. i saw a neat stage adaptation of it where coins fell from the ceiling!
autumn:
Yeah im looking to buy a gibson sg 61 re-issue,... ahh so beautuiful.
Meanwhile amplexus, seiz'd with fierce desire,
By reason strives to quench the raging fire;
But strives in vain!- Some Goddess (he said) withstands,
And reason's baffl'd council countermands.
What unseen Pow'r does this disorder move?
'Tis love,- at least 'tis like, what men call love.
Else wherefore shou'd the king's commands appear
To me too hard?- But so indeed they are.
Why shou'd I for...
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By reason strives to quench the raging fire;
But strives in vain!- Some Goddess (he said) withstands,
And reason's baffl'd council countermands.
What unseen Pow'r does this disorder move?
'Tis love,- at least 'tis like, what men call love.
Else wherefore shou'd the king's commands appear
To me too hard?- But so indeed they are.
Why shou'd I for...
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escapelle:
ooh la la..
koleeta:
apology accepted. thanks for the response in prose.
Swift as the wind, the damsel fled away,
Nor did for these alluring speeches stay:
Stay Nymph, he cry'd, I follow, not a foe.
Thus from the lyon trips the trembling doe;
Thus from the wolf the frighten'd lamb removes,
And, from pursuing faulcons, fearful doves;
Thou shunn'st a God, and shunn'st a God, that loves.
pix are coming, I swear.
Nor did for these alluring speeches stay:
Stay Nymph, he cry'd, I follow, not a foe.
Thus from the lyon trips the trembling doe;
Thus from the wolf the frighten'd lamb removes,
And, from pursuing faulcons, fearful doves;
Thou shunn'st a God, and shunn'st a God, that loves.
pix are coming, I swear.
autumn:
Were are they??????
*getting impatient*
Thanks for the nice words, and yes they are delicious!!
*getting impatient*
Thanks for the nice words, and yes they are delicious!!