Welcome to my world. Its a nice enough place. Watch your step, though. Sometimes the ground only *looks* solid. Feel free to wander around and enjoy yourself. Try not to touch anything delicate looking.
Notice to Travelers: If I've recently added you and you are wondering why If you friend me, be aware that I do read *everything*. I read your journal entries, your quizzes, your polls and your user info. Further, if I read your entries and find them intriguing, I will wonder what makes you tick. And with that in mind, I will go to *your* friend's list. People are a compound of experience and emotions. Our interactions with others define us. Therefore, if someone there is interesting/witty/entertaining/whatever, I might well add them.
Just so you know...I post quite a bit. Some of it is public but a lot more is Friends Only. If you want to see those posts, let me know and I will add you.
I love people, I love reading about them, their lives. I love talking to them. You wanna talk to me, use the IM thingies up top. They're free an' all. Just don't be surprised if I ask you who the heck you are.
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He trembles in the bitter wind Until it's time for us to speak Whilst others here are sleeping sound I'll slip away by floorboard creak Upon the hill he'll hear my secrets Shock the colors to bleach inside Whilst others there are sleeping sound Just we two will confide Listen to his body moan Make a wish and send us home To spin the gold and silver stitches We can turn his rags to riches With frosty Jack on fingernail Thro' shoe black smile he'll tell-a-tale Come whisper thro' your lips of straw A moment torn forever more Listen to his body groan Make a wish and send us home To spin the gold and silver stitches We can turn his rags to riches My so-called friends say you're not alive I'll bake their bones for telling lies Then pull the pastry from the pie And pour the gravy in their eye Listen to his body moan Make a wish and send us home To spin the gold and silver stitches We can turn his rags to riches -Scarecrow, Siouxsie & The Banshees
"What was that?" hissed Arthur "Something red," hissed Ford back at him. "Where are we?" "Er, somewhere green." "Shapes," muttered Arthur, "I need shapes."
'There came three ladies at sundown one was as brown as bread is brown, one was black, with a sailor's sway, and one was as pale as the moon by day.
The white one wore an emerald ring, the brown led a fox on a string, and the black one carried a rosewood cane with a sword inside, for I saw it plain.
They took my own room, they barred the door, they sang songs I had never heard before. My cheese and mutton they did destroy, and they called for wine, and the stable boy
And once they quarreled and twice they cried- Their laughter blazed through the countryside, The ceiling shook and the plaster flew, and the fox ate my pigeons, all but two.
They rode away with the morning sun, the white like a queen, the black like a nun, and the brown one singing with scarlet joy, And I'll have to get a new stableboy.' -The Innkeepers Song by Peter Beagle
"Si hoc subscritio legere potes, operis boni in rebus Latinus alacribus et fructuosis potiri potes! ("If you can read this signature, you can get a good job in the fast-paced, high-paying world of Latin!")