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Because I was told too...

Things said by J Grant author of Flem Web Comic:
-My Girlfriend can be blamed for this unholy resurrection.
-FLEM will be continuing in the original single panel format.
-The strip should be updating daily.
-J. Grant is a leg man.

Warning: Not suitable for children or small animals (he's one sick and twisted individual).

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rexmundi
Feb. 14th, 2003 05:43 am (UTC)
Hi. Just added you to my friends. Hope you don't mind.
halloranelder
Feb. 15th, 2003 06:11 am (UTC)
I don't mind. In fact, I don't mind so much that I've added you to my friends list as well.

So there!
rexmundi
Feb. 15th, 2003 04:33 pm (UTC)
Re:
Excellent.
angie78
Feb. 23rd, 2003 05:56 am (UTC)
Hi Aj! Please feel free to add me to your friends.. as a not very active lj users I could use all the friends possible...btw, I pinched your evil quiz for my lj... would you believe I was "pure evil" even though I said I was a vegetarian who fantasized about world peace!!!????

Angie.
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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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