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(no subject) [Oct. 31st, 2015|12:00 am]
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so close. [Aug. 9th, 2013|03:34 pm]
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"So she killed herself on a lovely morning
And the rising sun smiled in her numbly eyes

So please show me where the truth is in that sweet tale
You have to admit, it's nothing but a bale

Everything has failed if you can't see what's bright
What you see out there is just what you see inside"

(Paranoid Circus - Lyriel)
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Little Red Riding Hood: the moral [May. 30th, 2011|10:48 am]
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"Little Red Riding Hood", by Gustave Dore.
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Moral: Children, especially attractive, well bred young ladies, should never talk to strangers, for if they should do so, they may well provide dinner for a wolf. I say “wolf,” but there are various kinds of wolves. There are also those who are charming, quiet, polite, unassuming, complacent, and sweet, who pursue young women at home and in the streets. And unfortunately, it is these gentle wolves who are the most dangerous ones of all. (Little Red Riding Hood, Charles Perrault).

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Not all those who wander are lost [May. 19th, 2011|10:11 pm]
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

-J.R.R. Tolkien

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Prologue [Nov. 8th, 2009|11:18 pm]
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Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. 
 
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.  
 
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,

Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; 
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
  

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Gargaj Birthday! We are getting old, aren't we? :P [Oct. 8th, 2009|11:39 am]
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Happy Birthday gargaj!!! :)
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Happy Birthday witeshade! :D [Sep. 2nd, 2009|04:28 pm]
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Happy Happy Birthday witeshade!! <3
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ircnet [Aug. 30th, 2009|03:50 pm]
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Someone tried to blackmail me about taking my nickname on ircnet with a bot, or something like that. Am I allowed to LOL like there's no tomorrow? :D

See, kids.
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Twitter [Aug. 15th, 2009|01:55 pm]
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I tweet. Just for the record :3
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glut song [May. 13th, 2009|09:25 am]
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How come this reminds me of.. GLUT? o___O"

(..)
Just like me, you've got tricks up your sleeve, you could show them to me
So hold back the dull surprises, your obvious disguises
Propped up like a puppet, convalescent in the glut
It's a needle in the stack, it's the change of scene we lack
Sift right through the filth and flack, sit back and relax

You seem so uncertain, you're running your life from scratch
Scratch the surface, pass the test, the surface is shallow enough
And you're a desperate beginner, anxious to distract yourself
(..)


btw: dictionary definition of 'glut' and the evil glut I'm talking about. This is the full song text :)
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