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paradigmshifty
May. 31st, 2006 09:44 am (UTC)
Are you sure?

I put forward, as my Exhibit A, draquin :-D
vaingloriesque
May. 31st, 2006 10:48 am (UTC)
Oh, can I steal that pic for my next Cherry post?! That's terrific! :D
halloranelder
May. 31st, 2006 01:42 pm (UTC)
Found on the intarweb, and I release it back to the wild!
ex_gypsyrogu166
May. 31st, 2006 02:03 pm (UTC)
Looks like it was from Despair.com or the likes.
I think Strong Bad has a 1-up on that picture as to coolness factor. :)
valavien
May. 31st, 2006 10:45 pm (UTC)
Now that just put a big smile on my face for what should be the whole day. I think it's also worthy of printing out and putting on my wall at work!
polrua
May. 31st, 2006 10:58 pm (UTC)
THAT's what was missing from the prequels!
Weedley-weedley guitars!

Boy is George's face red!
psuedonym777
May. 31st, 2006 11:59 pm (UTC)
SOLD! :o)
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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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