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In case people aren't aware, June 13 is Blog Like It's The End Of The World day.

Expect strange.

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pastryproducts
Jun. 13th, 2008 03:13 am (UTC)
Oh, people like you are no fun, giving it away like that ;p
paradigmshifty
Jun. 13th, 2008 03:23 am (UTC)
I've never known Random to charge for it :-)
paradigmshifty
Jun. 13th, 2008 03:22 am (UTC)
Thank you. I was aware that odd things were afoot, but it's soothing to know that there's a reason other than that my friends are all insane.

Allright, in addition to all my friends being insane.
rantinan
Jun. 13th, 2008 03:38 am (UTC)
Hey i resemble that remark.
Write somethign zombie for us man!
paradigmshifty
Jun. 13th, 2008 03:42 am (UTC)
I think the Adam Sandler thing comes pretty close :-)
rantinan
Jun. 13th, 2008 04:17 am (UTC)
NOt close enough damnit
nicked_metal
Jun. 13th, 2008 07:02 am (UTC)
I did it completely deadpan last year. Much to the distress of a friend who was a diagnosed schizophrenic and had already had a bad day.... So more clues this year.
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Desert Rose

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 fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

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

And as she turns
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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