When I was a child I had this dream, this certain incredible desire. All I wanted, was to fly through space at light speed. I would look at the starry night sky and imagine what it would be like to raise my arms and take off soaring into the heavens. I would see myself looking down at a receding earth, without loss, without regret. Instead,...
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Temptation
Rusted brandy in a diamond glass
everything is made from dreams
time is made from honey slow and sweet
only the fools know what it means
temptation, temptation, temptation
oh, temptation, temptation, I can't resist
I know that she is made of smoke
but I've lost my way
she knows that I am broke
so that I must play
temptation, temptation, temptation
oh, whoa,...
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Rusted brandy in a diamond glass
everything is made from dreams
time is made from honey slow and sweet
only the fools know what it means
temptation, temptation, temptation
oh, temptation, temptation, I can't resist
I know that she is made of smoke
but I've lost my way
she knows that I am broke
so that I must play
temptation, temptation, temptation
oh, whoa,...
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tigersaint:
i have the bed of nails taken care of, and i know a warehouse with very good echo. i am getting the high-end audiophile stereo, but one question: will a pony bit do, or are you set on the ball gag? please advise.
user8935778:
what a pretty picture.
A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.
A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.
Well, I'm better now. I think I got the last of it out last night thanks to half a bottle of Bacardi Gold, some mood appropriate music, and the shedding of many accumulated tears. I'm in the process of a major transition and so I'm dealing with all the things that might entail.
I apologise for neglecting everyone who has left comments, but I needed...
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kiscica:
i'm glad to hear you're on your way to better things. i may not be as good with words as you, but if you EVER need someone to talk to, i'm here. just find me on aim or email...whatever.
the words you left in my journal yesterday mean more to me than you'll probably ever know. i've saved them, and will look at them again, quite often i'm sure. i'm not even entirely sure what to say...other than i genuinely appreciate your friendship. thankyou so very much.
take care hun. xoxo
the words you left in my journal yesterday mean more to me than you'll probably ever know. i've saved them, and will look at them again, quite often i'm sure. i'm not even entirely sure what to say...other than i genuinely appreciate your friendship. thankyou so very much.
take care hun. xoxo
noelle:
Glad you`re feeling better. If you need to talk, my email is always an option. Hope you`re coming to see Bubba Hotep; it was really nice meeting you last time. And what Kisica said. I love seeing you post in my journals, its so nice to know someone checks in on me.
I'm all full of fire and fuck off, so I best stay quiet.
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swerve:
stendec drinks on wed the 19th at vatikan fer skinjobs movie night. be there. lets hang and enjoy misanthropy together. heheheh get it?
user8935778:
donde estas?
I am completely devoid of words.
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linz:
canada, my ass..you've been under my bed this whole time havent you, you sock stealer. *sniff
She is a flower whose rare and exquisite beauty is beyond any other under the heavens. Through time she has been the prize of those with finer tastes, her delights unknown to the ignorant and the inspirited. She has forever captured the awe of men, who have sought her gift throughout the world, desperately following the undeniable power of her scent. Only a sensitive heart...
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grooverider:
'Damn it! This transmitor is too weak for deep space communication' thought Agent Standec, stopping an almost uncontrollable fist from smashing the screen.
He was not used to feeling helpless.
A former Star-Cruiser Captain in the Royal Fleet, now a freelance Agent, he had certainly had his share of demanding moments.
Sitting back in his chair, he let out a long slow breath and closed his eyes, as was his cutom upon commencing a series of deep thoughts.
'Something's VERY wrong that's for sure...' He had one of his distinctive bad feelings- and he could tell it wasn't one of those which usually accompanied his meals at the space station diner.
He was facing two obvious options- none more appealing then the other.
the first was to consult the rebels.
Not that he objected their cause- it was very admirable indeed, they were definitely men of principals- even if they didn't wash that often...
They would probably have a plethora of conspiracy theories, from which he would be able to weave a thread of logic to lead him onwards on his way to find Grooverider.
The problem was the rebel's attempts at recruiting him- they would not leave him alone, using whatever means necessary to redeem him from his 'Greedy, Apathic state' as they refered to it.
One of them especially.
'She.'
She was the rebel commander's daughter. He didn't even know her real name- only what the rebels called her- The Tiger Saint.
Being a lone wolf started out as a pre-requisite for his line of work, and gradually became a lifestyle- One that he cherished and protected.
But there was something about her....
He would have to be careful and distant next time.
The other option was conducting a more formal line of investigation within the Galactic Council Court.
He thought of his last visit there. A smile crossed his face at pleasent memories from his brief encounter with the young duchess of Kajal- The Lady Keynor, only to be transformed a second later, into an expression of embarassment at the memory of the hugh scandal that followed and his hasty departure.
still- he could disguise his ship and go incognito...
He had to decide...
He was not used to feeling helpless.
A former Star-Cruiser Captain in the Royal Fleet, now a freelance Agent, he had certainly had his share of demanding moments.
Sitting back in his chair, he let out a long slow breath and closed his eyes, as was his cutom upon commencing a series of deep thoughts.
'Something's VERY wrong that's for sure...' He had one of his distinctive bad feelings- and he could tell it wasn't one of those which usually accompanied his meals at the space station diner.
He was facing two obvious options- none more appealing then the other.
the first was to consult the rebels.
Not that he objected their cause- it was very admirable indeed, they were definitely men of principals- even if they didn't wash that often...
They would probably have a plethora of conspiracy theories, from which he would be able to weave a thread of logic to lead him onwards on his way to find Grooverider.
The problem was the rebel's attempts at recruiting him- they would not leave him alone, using whatever means necessary to redeem him from his 'Greedy, Apathic state' as they refered to it.
One of them especially.
'She.'
She was the rebel commander's daughter. He didn't even know her real name- only what the rebels called her- The Tiger Saint.
Being a lone wolf started out as a pre-requisite for his line of work, and gradually became a lifestyle- One that he cherished and protected.
But there was something about her....
He would have to be careful and distant next time.
The other option was conducting a more formal line of investigation within the Galactic Council Court.
He thought of his last visit there. A smile crossed his face at pleasent memories from his brief encounter with the young duchess of Kajal- The Lady Keynor, only to be transformed a second later, into an expression of embarassment at the memory of the hugh scandal that followed and his hasty departure.
still- he could disguise his ship and go incognito...
He had to decide...
linz:
thank you bebe!
I am Lancelot! Pure of heart with a black worm of corruption in my soul. My breath carries the stench of an old gutter whore and my hands are foul from the labours of the night. The white satin of my tunic is stained with old semen and my shining sword is rotten at the core. Keep me away from your daughters, lock them up...
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grooverider:
ahh- Agent Standec- A warrior and a poet! that IS the best combination.
One without the other will result in either a Common Thug or a Man of Nonsense.
STG.
[Edited on Jan 17, 2003]
One without the other will result in either a Common Thug or a Man of Nonsense.
STG.
[Edited on Jan 17, 2003]
mtlqueen:
It must be hard living a double life such as these characters you've described...
There is snow on the ground. There was snow on the ground yesterday and there will be snow on the ground tomorrow. Most of this country is usually like Hoth at this time of year. Very much like Hoth. You know, from The Empire Strikes Back. Snow banks and biting wind; death waiting for the slow of foot in a sea of crystalline white.
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megaphone:
I know fancy that. A tic-tac-toe playing chicken.I'm starting to think it's an "urban legend" though, I'm hearing more and more that people have heard of it but not actually have witnessed it.
You hate paul Heaton!
Your nuts.Have you heard "Welcome to the beautiful South?"
That shit is rad. Lyrically they are one of the best. I know I'm A lyric master.*winks*
What part of England are you from?Our drummer in the Irish band was signed to virgin Europe for awhile. His Band was called "Family of free love."
Ever here of those bastards?
Take it easy my man.
You hate paul Heaton!
Your nuts.Have you heard "Welcome to the beautiful South?"
That shit is rad. Lyrically they are one of the best. I know I'm A lyric master.*winks*
What part of England are you from?Our drummer in the Irish band was signed to virgin Europe for awhile. His Band was called "Family of free love."
Ever here of those bastards?
Take it easy my man.
noelle:
Thanks for being so nice last night. I slept through all my classes today but it was worth it. I hope to see you again soon.
Noelle
Noelle
Well, I don't have much to say here today. I'm kind of bummed that some of the coolest people are leaving. 
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snow:
yes it is sad.....but a lot of shit went on that, well.......it sucks. hopefully we will all find some new friends...
linz:
ooh..i didnt think about that..
It's 3:25pm and I just got up. I feel fazed, dazed, and spaced out. I saw her again last night. We went to an exhibition of student photographers from her college and saw some great work there. Then it was coffee and talk, normal talk, average talk; and afterward it was more kissing and touching and although it was nice and warm and comfortable, there...
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megaphone:
She might surprise you.
It's Beatle-based pop songs.
And the cover band I'm in play traditional Irish drinking music.also some beautiful south. the song "leaving of liverpool" "eye of the tiger" Don't go chasing waterfalls"stuff like that.
*wink*
take it easy geeza!
It's Beatle-based pop songs.
And the cover band I'm in play traditional Irish drinking music.also some beautiful south. the song "leaving of liverpool" "eye of the tiger" Don't go chasing waterfalls"stuff like that.
*wink*
take it easy geeza!
linz:
thanks doll! good luck with girl!
I love kissing, just lying there tightly entwined in each other's arms, tasting each other, drinking each other. Warm breath and warmer skin and the music of sighs. I look forward to seeing her again on Thursday. 
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jovanka:
Yeah...thats one of the nicest things in the world. I love your writing. So whos the lucky girl?
megaphone:
Yes sir!*salutes*
I've got the basic chord progression but haven't presented it to the band yet.
Today is Thursday.hope your having fun!
Peace!
I've got the basic chord progression but haven't presented it to the band yet.
Today is Thursday.hope your having fun!
Peace!
Wake up. It's here. It's now. I wish I could describe it to you. I wish I could find the words that would make you know, that would transfer the experience to you. I wish, I pray to almighty fucking God that I could just tell you. Words pale in comparison and I can find none that fit, none that are whole. Pieces of emotion,...
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mycophile:
You're probably right about being able to use nails, but at the time I kind of felt uneasy about approaching the super and asking about it. Sure, I could talk to him now, but that would be the easy, uncreative way out. My solution created a work of art! A triumph of spirit! And the need for a new broom....
My solution created a work of art! A triumph of spirit! And the need for a new broom....
mtlqueen:
Nope, it's my friend Stephen's project called l'ombre on Ant Zen...he's so amazing. And I just feel like the song is my aural equivalent...sigh.
i think you are pure being
nm
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