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Lemmings Online, written entirely in Javascript!

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draquin
Dec. 14th, 2004 07:15 pm (UTC)
I should be disturbed, right ???

OMG! That is very disturbing.

BTW sorry about being a grouch today. :(
Almost no sleep, too much stress & some people [not you] constantly expecting me to be there for them, but never willing or able to return the favour. Makes for a grumpy me.
So big apologies again :(
mareth_redorb
Dec. 14th, 2004 07:21 pm (UTC)
So much for trying to work for the rest of this afternoon....
paradigmshifty
Dec. 14th, 2004 08:37 pm (UTC)
Die rodents die!
mareth_redorb
Dec. 14th, 2004 08:42 pm (UTC)
Uggh. Sick. Not going to be here tomorrow.
paradigmshifty
Dec. 14th, 2004 08:43 pm (UTC)
I told you you shouldn't have eaten that many lemmings, but would you listen?

Take that rodent out of your mouth. And stop looking guilty.
mareth_redorb
Dec. 14th, 2004 08:46 pm (UTC)
I'd look guilty but my face is too tired. Want rest.
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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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