

Rant. "And that.........was the last time it ever rained in these parts." *looks around* Yup. 3 weeks and I'm /still/ in this desert! Out here in the sun with the dunes, the tumbleweeds and the lizards for company, spending most of my days doing nothing but watch myself turn a nice, golden-brown shade of Californian! You know, /you/ put me here. Oh, I'm sunning myself on a rock NOW....I bet you think you're off the hook! "She likes deserts," you say as tou stroll off to go surfing or something.....but don't get too comfortable, cause it's YOUR blooRant.


The Witch's SongScorn not my weary heart, O Beauty Rare, And bring not tears from lonesome travelers' eyes; Thy judgment is as hard as thou art fair, Though never were't so prettily disguised.The Witch's Song
As courtiers thou hast many bonny swains, And they wouldst be thy love as well as I; But take thou not a fool to be thy ain, Ere sour regret should give thee sigh for sigh.
For I, the moorland witch, the snake, the fae Await thee in the shadows of thy mind, And shouldst thou scorn my heart, then rue the day! For henceforth thou shalt have no peace o' mind.
If powers beyond the


brokentownBroken glass in the gutter, baby Broken dreams out on the street Broken hearts on every corner, darling Shattered ground beneath their feetbrokentown
There's kids dying to be rich And there's girls dying to be thin While the rest of us keep drinking Cause we love the taste of sin
Dirty little secrets Eat me up inside Dirty little pictures From a life I tried to hide
Broken glass in the gutter, baby Broken dreams out on the street Broken hearts on every corner, darling Shattered ground beneath their feet
Beneath the smoke the city
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To sleep under the stars, to drink nothing but well water and to live chiefly on nuts and wild fruit, was a strange experience... but he had never enjoyed himself more. Never had sleep been more refreshing nor food tasted more savory. ~ C.S. Lewis, PC:84
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Well... Yeah.
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I'm a pessimistic optimist; the glass is half-full but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
I could care less, but I don't want to try that hard.
Pure sadism and infernal kisses!
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The meeting of two persons
is like the contact of two chemical substances;
If there is any reaction,
both are transformed.
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...otherwise known as Debbie
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