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Arc timetable, Mark II

After some conspiring, my new improved schedule looks like this:

Thursday
Session A (4 - 7pm): Union Blues (with nikkicat13, teknohippi and non_lj_mark)
Session B (8 - 11pm): Journey to the New World (with nikkicat13, non_lj_mark and psuedonym777)

Friday
Session C (9am - 12pm): Running Relativity
Session D (1 - 4pm): Global Frequency
Session E (4 - 7pm): Global Frequency (Part II)
Session F (8 - 11pm): Sweet Waters

Saturday
Session G (9am - 12pm): Free
Session H (1 - 4pm): Last Watch
Session I (4 - 7pm): Sense and Stakeability
Session J (8 - 11pm): Only a Northern Song (with nikkicat13, teknohippi and Sarah)

Sunday
Session K (9am - 12pm): Free
Session L (1 - 4pm): Running Relativity
Session M (4 - 7pm): The Second Dance Deceit (with nikkicat13, teknohippi and psuedonym777)

Same games, I just rearranged three of them to be with others. Yay!

Comments

halloranelder
Nov. 24th, 2005 12:21 am (UTC)
Ack! *thud*

A bouncing Nikkicat? That's a concept I like the sound of.
psuedonym777
Nov. 24th, 2005 01:31 am (UTC)
Agreed! Both dangerous and enticing at the same time. :oP
halloranelder
Nov. 24th, 2005 02:29 am (UTC)
It could be worse, she could be bouncing in a Nurses uniform.

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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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