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[>]Khali Darkmoon
[>]26 year old female
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Saturday, February 05, 2005

SONNET 116 ~ Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

I still love this sonnet best. *sigh*

Monday, January 31, 2005

One Headlight :: The Wallfowers

So long ago, I don't remember when
That's when they say I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees

I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
The long broken arm of human law
Now it always seemed such a waste
She always had a pretty face
So I wondered how she hung around this place

[Chorus:]
Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight

She said it's cold
It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I seen the sun up ahead
At the county line bridge
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead
We'll run until she's out of breath
She ran until there's nothin' left
She hit the end-it's just her window ledge

[chorus]

Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin' me

[chorus]

Friday, January 07, 2005


More snow. What fun! Posted by Hello

Friday, December 17, 2004

Red Dwarf again. This is from the Episode: Quarantine.

The observation window depolarises, revealing RIMMER. He is NOT in uniform.

RIMMER: Is something amiss?
LISTER: (Slight quaver in his voice) Amiss? God no, what could possibly be amiss?
RIMMER: You don't think there's anything amiss? I'm sitting here wearing a red and white checked gingham dress and army boots and you think that's un-amiss?
CAT: No, of course not. It's just that we thought you had gone nuts! We were tryin' to humour you.
RIMMER: I was just doing a little test -- a little test to see if you had gone crazy.

He abruptly tenses and lets out a horrible yell.

RIMMER: CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! If there is one thing I can't stand it's crazy people.
LISTER: Well we've passed the test, Rimmer. You can let us out.
RIMMER: I can't let you out.
LISTER: Why not?
RIMMER: Because the King of the Potato People won't let me. I begged him. I got down on my knees and wept. He wants to keep you here. Keep you here for ten years.
CAT: Could we see him?
RIMMER: See who?
CAT: The King.
RIMMER: Do you have a magic carpet?
LISTER: Yeah, a little three-seater.
RIMMER: So, let me get this straight. You want to fly on a magic carpet to see the King of the Potato People and plead with him for your freedom, and you're telling me you are completely sane?! I think that warrants 2 hours of W.O.O.
LISTER: What's W.O.O?
CAT: You had to ask.
RIMMER: With ... out ... oxygen. No oxygen for 2 hours. That will teach you to be bread baskets

He disappears.

LISTER: What do we do?
CAT: I think our only hope's the Potato King.

Friday, December 10, 2004

Red Dwarf cracks me up. I had this scene in my head all day. Enjoy:


LISTER: What do you mean you don't want to leave?
RIMMER: We're happy here.
KRYTEN: We've found a niche.
RIMMER: We're the "Sensational Reverse Brothers!" We've only been here three weeks and we're a big hit.
LISTER: Rimmer, everything is backwards!
KRYTEN: We've got used to it.
RIMMER: It's true! Once you get over the initial shock, things actually make a lot more sense this way 'round. There's no death here. You start off dead, you have a funeral, then you come to life! As each year passes you get younger and younger until you become a newborn baby. Then you go back inside your mother, who goes back inside her mother, and so on, until eventually we all become one glorious whole!
LISTER: Rimmer, you already are one glorious hole! You've totally flipped, man.
KRYTEN: We want to stay!
LISTER: But we CAN'T stay! Look, I'm 25 now -- in 10 years time I'll be 15. I'll have to go through puberty again! Backwards!
CAT: Imagine that! Your gajimbas will suddenly rise back into your body, and the next thing you know you're singing soprano in the school choir!
LISTER: And worse than that -- in 25 years I'll be a little sperm, swimming around in somebody's testicles! I mean, pardon me, but that's just not how I saw my future!
RIMMER: I'm telling you, things are better this way. It's our universe that's the wrong way round. KRYTEN nods in agreement.
KRYTEN: Take war. War is a wonderful thing here! In fifty years time, the second world war will start -- backwards!
CAT: And that's a good thing?
KRYTEN: Millions of people will come to life. Hitler will retreat across Europe, liberate France and Poland, disband the Third Reich, and bog off back to Austria!
RIMMER: We're smash hits here! We'd be crazy to leave.
LISTER: Rimmer, we don't belong here! This place is crazy!
RIMMER: Crazy? Death, disease, famine -- there's none of that here.
KRYTEN: There's no crime! The first night we were here, a mugger jumped us and forced 50 pounds into my wallet at knifepoint!
LISTER: Okay, okay! But look at the flipside of the coin. It's not all good. Take someone like, say... St. Francis of Assissi. In this universe, he's the petty-minded little sadist who goes around maiming small animals! Or Santa Claus -- what a bastard!
RIMMER: Eh?
LISTER: He's the big fat git who sneaks down chimneys and steals all the kid's favorite toys!

Friday, November 26, 2004

Or, better yet, Jennifer Garner hair. I like very much. ;)

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