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Birthday: 3/1/1900
Gender: Female


Interests: The question is not how far. The question is, do you posses the constitution, the depth of faith, to go as far as needed?
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Tuesday, September 11, 2007

emptied.


Thursday, April 12, 2007

And I wanna hear what you have to say about me
Hear if you're gonna live without me
I wanna hear what you want
What the hell do you want?


Wednesday, February 28, 2007

And probably you know all the dirty shows I've put on.
Blunted and exhausted like anyone.
Honestly I tried to avoid it.
Honestly.


Thursday, January 04, 2007

Currently Reading
Ender's Game (Ender, Book 1)
By Orson Scott Card
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"If only we could have talked to you, the hive queen said in Ender's words.
But since it could not be, we ask only this: that you remember us, not as enemies but as tragic sisters,
changed into a foul shape by fate or God or evolution.
If we had kissed, it would have been a miracle to make us human in each other's eyes...

Instead we killed each other. But still we welcome you now as friends. Come into our home daughters of Earth; dwell in our tunnels, havest our fields,: what we can not do, you are now our hands to do for us. Blossom, trees: ripen, fields; be warm for them, suns; be fertile for them, planets; they are our adopted daughters, and they have come home."


Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Titus Andronicus

O earth, 
I shall befriend thee more with rain that shall distill from these two ancient urns than youthful April shall with all his  showers. 
In summer's drought, I'll drop upon thee still. 
In winter with warm tears, I'll melt the snow and keep eternal springtime on thy face.



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