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Well, I'm going to Unicon as I have just submitted a game.

See a lot of you at the end of September then!

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paradigmshifty
Jun. 28th, 2005 05:18 pm (UTC)
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

:-)
psuedonym777
Jun. 28th, 2005 09:06 pm (UTC)
Good Form!
nicked_metal
Jun. 28th, 2005 09:30 pm (UTC)
YAY!
designadrug
Jun. 29th, 2005 01:34 am (UTC)
Going to be staying with us again?

Hope you are not allergic to cats.
halloranelder
Jun. 29th, 2005 02:24 am (UTC)
If the offer is open, yes I would love to.

And I find it extremely unlikely I would be allergic to cats, considering I now have two of them. :)
designadrug
Jun. 29th, 2005 02:53 am (UTC)
The offer is still open of course!

And we now have two too.
halloranelder
Jun. 29th, 2005 08:46 pm (UTC)
What? You're wearing a ballet dress?
designadrug
Jun. 29th, 2005 09:01 pm (UTC)
*sigh*

And so it begins...
halloranelder
Jun. 29th, 2005 10:48 pm (UTC)
I began a looong time ago, my friend. :)
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I wake in vain
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And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

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Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
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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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