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Am I a geek for wanting this?

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draquin
Feb. 10th, 2005 01:12 am (UTC)
Uber...
paradigmshifty
Feb. 10th, 2005 04:25 am (UTC)
Yes, yes you are.

And so am I.
halloranelder
Feb. 10th, 2005 11:12 am (UTC)
Good, I feel better now.
paradigmshifty
Feb. 10th, 2005 11:19 am (UTC)
What the hell are you doing awake at this hour??
halloranelder
Feb. 10th, 2005 11:27 am (UTC)
Taking today off work and driving up to my parents new place.

The original intention was to do it last night but due to a lot of pain this didn't happen. So, instead I went to bed very early (about 8:30) and woke up very early so I can get out of here before traffic gets to be a problem.
arienmir
Feb. 10th, 2005 01:43 pm (UTC)
Yes you are a geek... but if you get one tell me how it works out I likes toys :)
designadrug
Feb. 10th, 2005 03:00 pm (UTC)
Gotta admit I tried it when I got my PalmIII upgrade back in...geez was it *that* long ago?

It's geeky but it passes. Fun for a while though :P

:qw
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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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