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Counterscript

Many of us don't like telemarketers. I don't, but I can understand they are just doing there job, so as long as they are polite and can take a hint, I don't mistreat them. However, if they go too far...

This just got pointed my way: http://www.xs4all.nl/~egbg/counterscript.html

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skeelig
Nov. 7th, 2005 09:26 am (UTC)
Ha! That was just too funny. Lucky for me I don't get many telemarketers on my phone... only people that have business to do with me :)
rantinan
Nov. 7th, 2005 11:37 am (UTC)
here's something random, get oyur conquest submissions in. I was checking jim's list today and you;re not on it ;)
halloranelder
Nov. 7th, 2005 11:50 am (UTC)
I know I'm not. That's because I'm still working out what I'm submitting.

Friday Night Poker Club: Arkham Assylum is a definite, as is the re-worked version of Powerplays.

However, I'm currently working out whether I'm going to be submitting the Babylon 5 freeform, the simultaneous Sci Fi and Fantasy freeforms or the Labyrinth freeform as the third one.

Argh!
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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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