words d'journal
Aug. 24th, 2005 11:42 pmthis one's
debg's, because to the muse goes the spoils, but am feeling a need to display before she goes off and bonds with it...
"this matters not"
I love what I love - what else matters?
To this truth there is, dear beloved, a lie.
for matter matters not.
love matters not.
love is a lie, a joke, a mock upon us
that marketing might sport
make us jape and jabber
and bleed upon a cross.
and in that blood is love.
and the blood matters not.
"this matters not"
I love what I love - what else matters?
To this truth there is, dear beloved, a lie.
for matter matters not.
love matters not.
love is a lie, a joke, a mock upon us
that marketing might sport
make us jape and jabber
and bleed upon a cross.
and in that blood is love.
and the blood matters not.
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Date: 2005-08-25 04:17 am (UTC)Pretty. Very pretty.
You have a way with words sometimes that just amazes me.
*envious*
-Tug
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Date: 2005-08-25 04:51 am (UTC)I suspect I may write you something, as well - but at the moment, Gaelic is eating my brain pan remnants....
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Date: 2005-08-25 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-25 02:31 pm (UTC)*throws confetti*
*eats cake*
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Date: 2005-08-25 02:35 pm (UTC)-=Jeff=-
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Date: 2005-08-25 03:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-25 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-25 03:52 pm (UTC)*Throws confetti in the air. It is confetti made of sparkly stars and hearts*
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Date: 2005-08-25 04:46 pm (UTC)