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Geek Party

I'm currently at home after going to a bit of a geek party.

Chakae invited me to the birthday party of her boyfriend (another Andrew), I think he was 25.

Oh god, what a bunch of geeks. It was an interesting party.

(Peter Andre is current playing on MusicMAX. God that boy had a body!)

I ran into an old friend from Uni (Brisbane is definitely 2 degree's of separation), another Andrew who thankfully was mostly called Drew. While at Uni Drew was not the most popular of guys, being a little bit too cruel/mischievous for most people's liking, but he see's to have calmed down since. Especially since he was firmly attached to his girlfriend, and beautiful lady with a weird name that I think was something like Danka. I think.

There was also a guy who shaved his head who looked a lot like Moby. He was of the type who's ugly enough to be good looking. I had to restrain myself to not pat him on the head.

There was also a Chris (I think) who was also having a birthday, and Sara, one of Chakae's flatmates. Sara is an easy woman to spot. She's a tall, large, busty woman with bright pink hair, tattoo's around the cleavage, and enough piercing in visible places to ensure that she get's no unwanted attention.

Plus Andrew's sister (name escapes me), a Will, a Tim, a Caroline (friend of Danka), and a few other's I can't remember.

And they were all geeks!

When I left about midnight, they were watching old Goodies episodes.

Oh dear!

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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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