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eggo lingggo.


I heard the old, old, men say 'All that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters...'



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vodkas are flings gd whiskeys are good friends & finally, beers are my bitches.





I'll publish right or wrong.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets
OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets
OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets



Pandora's Box
January 2007
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
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December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
February 2010
March 2010
July 2011


why?


Tuesday, March 06, 2007


For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay.
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour


Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.



on some days, i just wish to be holed up in my lil wooden cabin.
alone.

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