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Go n-eithe na peisteoga thu
Go n-eithe na peisteoga thu - 'May the worms eat you.'You're one sick bastard. When you die, you're going to to a very warm place. That is, if you don't already run it.
*snickers* Aww, yeah.
Recuerdo
Edna St. Vincent Millay
We were very tired, we were very merry--
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable--
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.
We were very tired, we were very merry--
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a bucektful of gold.
We were very tired, we were very merry--
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed, "Good morrow, mother!" to a shawl-covered head,
And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept, "God bless you!" for the apples and pears,
And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.
I randmomly found that poem when looking for a story I was meant to read for American Lit. II. It appealed to me, so I read more about the woman, and thought she was pretty cool. V. independent. I like independent women.
*oohs* Dark chocolate. Yummy.
Wow some burned food doesn't smell good.
I want to get a hold of Temple of Winds. I finished Blood and the Fold today. (And there was much rejoicing) Well, actually, the end had me in fits. But I was surprised he manage to wrap everything up so well, considering how events had been snowballing.
It surpises some people to hear my speak and rant on about characters as if they were real. Thing is, no, the characters aren't actual people I could meet, but there is the defining qualities that make them like a real person with real flaws and strengths. So yes, I can dream about seducing Mat Cauthon or giving the Prelate Annalina a sound thump.
Mmmm, dark chocolate.
I don't know if I'm sick or I have allergies. But thinks are off. And sleep is being evasive when I want it, and lingering when I don't. Damnit.
Fin.
Go n-eithe na peisteoga thu
Go n-eithe na peisteoga thu - 'May the worms eat you.'You're one sick bastard. When you die, you're going to to a very warm place. That is, if you don't already run it.
*snickers* Aww, yeah.
Recuerdo
Edna St. Vincent Millay
We were very tired, we were very merry--
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable--
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.
We were very tired, we were very merry--
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a bucektful of gold.
We were very tired, we were very merry--
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed, "Good morrow, mother!" to a shawl-covered head,
And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept, "God bless you!" for the apples and pears,
And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.
I randmomly found that poem when looking for a story I was meant to read for American Lit. II. It appealed to me, so I read more about the woman, and thought she was pretty cool. V. independent. I like independent women.
*oohs* Dark chocolate. Yummy.
Wow some burned food doesn't smell good.
I want to get a hold of Temple of Winds. I finished Blood and the Fold today. (And there was much rejoicing) Well, actually, the end had me in fits. But I was surprised he manage to wrap everything up so well, considering how events had been snowballing.
It surpises some people to hear my speak and rant on about characters as if they were real. Thing is, no, the characters aren't actual people I could meet, but there is the defining qualities that make them like a real person with real flaws and strengths. So yes, I can dream about seducing Mat Cauthon or giving the Prelate Annalina a sound thump.
Mmmm, dark chocolate.
I don't know if I'm sick or I have allergies. But thinks are off. And sleep is being evasive when I want it, and lingering when I don't. Damnit.
Fin.