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Spreading the word

I was talking with aphephobia a few weeks ago at psuedonym777's birthday bash and got to thinking about The Daily Man.

As a result I got some "advertising material" made up, which leaves me with 250 business cards and 50 magnets for the site.

Now, the important question is: What wants some?

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ozisim
May. 27th, 2008 02:36 pm (UTC)
*raises hand*
Me! Me!

(I also have been adding it to stumble...)
halloranelder
May. 27th, 2008 02:52 pm (UTC)
Right, now I wonder how much postage over there costs? Hmm...

Email me your postal address, and I'll send some over soonish.
ozisim
May. 27th, 2008 03:21 pm (UTC)
Hmm...
If you can get them to Canberra or Sydney, then I can get to them through my very reliable spy network?
halloranelder
May. 28th, 2008 01:16 am (UTC)
Yes, I can do that.

Email me the address, I don't think I have it anywhere around here.
draquin
May. 28th, 2008 08:30 am (UTC)
me me me!
just a magnet, pleeeease...

you know where I live
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Desert Rose

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I wake in vain
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And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

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

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This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

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
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
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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