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Progress is theoretically being made

Travis and I are currently staying in a lovely place on Barkley St in Elwood until Sunday, where we hope to have our own place by then.

House applications have been made all over the place, and now we just have to wait.

While we are busy during the day catching up on housing stuff, at night we are a little bit bored, so if anyone thinks of anything for us to do, please ring. If people want to visit us in this lovely place, Travis has his games crate so board games are on offer.

Talk to people soon.

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gypsyamber
May. 1st, 2007 02:28 am (UTC)
There is poetry tonight, on high street in Prahran. Check my lj. Call me if interested! Invite goes for both you and Travis :-)
nicked_metal
May. 2nd, 2007 03:58 am (UTC)
I should be able to do something tomorrow (Thursday).
nicked_metal
May. 3rd, 2007 11:49 am (UTC)
Dammit, I thought I had your phone number, but couldn't find it in my phone. And then the gremlins stole all my 'leaving the house' energy. (I think the rain was a factor as well.)
fireflyfaery
May. 3rd, 2007 12:13 am (UTC)
Yay for progress! Good luck to the both of you!
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Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

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This desert flower
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This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
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I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
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I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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