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Musings on a midnight dreary

I finally got around to watching the "Where the Hell is Matt" click on YouTube.

I laughed, but it left tears in my eyes at the same time.

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ozisim
Aug. 14th, 2009 03:40 pm (UTC)
*grins*
I'm in that.
So is potato.
halloranelder
Aug. 15th, 2009 09:08 am (UTC)
I assume you're in the Sydney group?
ozisim
Aug. 15th, 2009 12:34 pm (UTC)
*grins*
Nope.
I tracked him down in London.
halloranelder
Aug. 15th, 2009 04:40 pm (UTC)
Of course you did. :)
greenglowgrrl
Aug. 16th, 2009 05:37 am (UTC)
Kitzen's husband recorded an interview with Matt where he agrees with the internet comments that the whole thing was a hoax, that he is an actor, and afraid to fly so has never left the country. He goes on to describe the improbable extremes they went to to hoax the whole thing, including dancing androids and shooting underwater to simulate antigravity. He had further video to prove it was a hoax.
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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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