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Due to circumstances beyond my control, later this month I will be changing age brackets. In commiseration of this sorrowful occasion a solemn gathering will be held at my current abode on the evening of Saturday the 27th of this month starting from about 7:30pm.

You are invited.

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paradigmshifty
Aug. 8th, 2005 03:25 am (UTC)
Solemn?

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
derigueur
Aug. 8th, 2005 03:45 am (UTC)
I hope for your sake you're changing downwards, not up...

I shall be there in spirit, mon ami. In fact, all the alcohol consumed will miraculously trans-substantiate into Essence of Derigueur! It's the least I can do for such a woeful gathering...

*hugs*
designadrug
Aug. 8th, 2005 05:48 am (UTC)
Apology of non-attendance :(
draquin
Aug. 8th, 2005 08:40 am (UTC)
Well, I'll be there... but solemn it shant be :-P
paxford
Aug. 8th, 2005 09:08 am (UTC)
Party!
Ooh - we'll try to be there

Could you send me a private E with address details again? (mind like a sieve these days)
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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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