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schrathe
Jun. 24th, 2006 09:52 am (UTC)
I know this is rather obscure, but all Ican see is a large purple demon....sitting on a rock, smoking his cigar, and playing solitaire.
halloranelder
Jun. 24th, 2006 11:14 am (UTC)
Makes perfect sense to me.
ozisim
Jun. 24th, 2006 11:35 am (UTC)
nope... I smoke rollies.
draquin
Jun. 24th, 2006 11:36 am (UTC)
The boys were not at all bothered by a slightly earlier than usual feeding. Xavi leapt & purred & did his usual gobble the lot before anybody can get to it. Spitz looked at me as though I'd fed him a rock, but deigned to eat his cat bickies anyway... He refused to believe it was the same food he gets every day.

You have not lived until you have been snubbed by a cat.
halloranelder
Jun. 24th, 2006 11:51 am (UTC)
Yay! You have been snubbed! :)

Thank you.
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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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