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Quote of that Day, redux

I have to say, I'm quite proud of the number of my friends who got my Quote of the Day challenge from last week.

The answer is, of course:

Transported to a surreal landscape, a young girl kills the first woman she meets and then teams up with three complete strangers to kill again.
Rick Polito, Marin Independent Journal's TV listing for "The Wizard of Oz"

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kirby1024
Aug. 18th, 2008 01:36 am (UTC)
Although, to be absolutely fair, I'd heard the quote elsewhere, so it was kinda cheating...
irishmark
Aug. 18th, 2008 02:35 am (UTC)
Similar train of thought from a friend of mine.
hypercognitive
"A little baby alien wakes up in someone's chest, fights its way free, and then gets chased down by a bunch of crazy people wielding flamethrowers and cats. Then despite all odds it still manages to fall in love with a crazy human lady who eventually flushes him out into space and incinerates him in a vile act of betrayal."
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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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