Like the 5 million tears I cry for Eva...
Today my heart goes out to DeathMaiden.
Monday, March 14, 2005
BLOOD:
- Accents Make the Heart Grow Fonder
- Cherry Bomber
- Death Maiden
- Germperil
- Mercuresque
- Obstreperous Girl
- Organicinorganic
- SK8RN
- Smart Cookie
- Swordfight
- TIKI WAIKINKI
- Twist That Shit
- Wanna Make Out?
- Wormguts & Chickenlivers
- You Geek
- A Gag Reflex
- Hostess Action
- Hot Action
- "Slowburner'" c/o Swordfight
Essen
- Robin
- Pastel Games
- GNN
BONES:
HEART:
LUNGS:
BRAIN:
Tongue:
- My body knows to be 80% water and I didn't even te...
- The common thread they all shared was they were ea...
- I demanded he be taken better care of then felt sh...
- Wenn es gab ein Ding das er war sicher davon seine...
- The watched pot does so boil...
- there was a beauty to it, a tainted, dirty hollow ...
- Time, time, time is on my mind...
- 2012 The Year We Make Contact
- I've been away for almost a week now. Went home fo...
- All the Who?s in Who?ville
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Thank you for your sympathy. Makes me feel much less alone this evening.
you are a beatiful person.
Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are the meek: for they shall posses the land.
Blessed are they who mourn: for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst after justice: for they shall have their fill.
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the clean of heart: for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.
Blessed are they that suffer persecution for justice' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
\the beatitudes
I'm 99.9% pagan outside of dogma, but I like those lines...
when I was little I thought the beatitudes were called the beautifuls, now that I'm grown I find they are beautiful.
They are 'The Beautifuls'!
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They were sweet Heather and Robin, weren't they.
Damn.
Shit.
I hate when a lover dies. (understatement)
did you see what Don wrote for them?...
ye banks and braes o' yorke redoubt,
how can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
how can ye chant, ye little birds,
and i'm sae weary, fu' o' care!
ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird,
that wanders through the flow'ring thorn
mind me o' departed joys,
departed, never to return.
aft hae i roam by yorke redoubt,
to see the rose in woodbine twine;
and every bird sings all its love,
and fondly sae that i o' mine.
with lightsome heart i put a rose,
for sweet upon a thorny tree.
but robyn o' heather staw my rose,
and ah they left was the luv in me.
ye banks and braes o' yorke redoubt,
how can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
how can ye chant, ye little birds,
and i'm sae weary, fu' o' care!
ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird,
that wanders through the flow'ring thorn
mind me o' departed joys,
departed, never to return.
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