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Her mind lives in a quiet room,
A narrow room, and tall,
With pretty lamps to quench the gloom
And mottoes on the wall.
There all the things are waxen neat,
And set in decorous lines,
And there are posies, round and sweet,
And little, straightened vines.
Her mind lives tidily, apart
From cold and noise and pain,
And bolts the door against her heart,
Out wailing in the rain.
A narrow room, and tall,
With pretty lamps to quench the gloom
And mottoes on the wall.
There all the things are waxen neat,
And set in decorous lines,
And there are posies, round and sweet,
And little, straightened vines.
Her mind lives tidily, apart
From cold and noise and pain,
And bolts the door against her heart,
Out wailing in the rain.
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I speak bluntly for a reason, for the love of- *cough* talk2hand
Methinks they enjoy gaming too much perhaps? Oh, more rather the denial of such affiliations I inevitably and somewhat accidentally uphold as oft befits Californians.
I dunno i this is new to aussies, individual states are sometimes as similar as individual countries in the middle east, minus the endless waging of war and threatening with mass destruction in an almost familial manner.
So they've got a fox on their tale, and now a rabbit. No one made California responsible. Jeez. rolleyes
Either way, I must have LEMMINGS!!! dramallama
No comedic value without dramatic irony, I suppose.
You were STILL trespassing upon my turf, where I was bleeding out. I very nearly 'shot' you, sirrah.
One might wonder what value there is in why I didn't. Oh right, the imminent Jean Grey subversion of 'time lady,' something which no genius in temporal mechanics could negate without a separate entity with any knowledge as to wtf those people are.
And I am now confusing myself, even. It's the orbiting in circles bit that confounds me. Where is thi- ...Europa?
Enough with the irony already, for plight's sake. rofl
No really, it's making me very irritably dissociative, via spacial resonance. I don't understand this normal thing called 'talking,' due to its warlike and inherent evil, supposedly gifted by an angel now fallen according to mythology.
Comedy only redeems so much of language itself. Only by one can those words be cleansed of temporal resonance and neural dissonance.
That fallen one may have once been innocent, but solitude is rarely an equal measure, thus it easily can fall out of harmony. HARMONY.
You and that 'word.' Tch.
Well, war it is.. as it were, once ...long ago
well not that long ago, really, but people distort perspective via the funniest things. 3nodding
I have to cross my eyes to get it right, no? e.g. WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN...??
Nothing of comedic interest, simply the fallibility of war itself. And words. All the words. EVRYWHAR OMFG LOLOLOL. neutral