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Delayed

It keeps on happening. Something happens that I want to do an LJ entry about, and it keeps on getting delayed and delayed until eventually it just gets forgotten.

Anyway, in this vein I was going to do an entry about the party I had on the first of February, but that was over a month ago, so my memory is a little bit flaky about it.

I had a party. People came. A good time was had by all. Stephen (paradigmshifty) couldn't make it because he couldn't find a baby-sitter (and you'll have no idea how disturbing that statement is!).

That's about all I can remember.

I really should stop doing this.

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mijbril
Mar. 3rd, 2003 09:13 pm (UTC)
Fuzzy memory, lol. I'm just glad you're OK.
paxford
Mar. 4th, 2003 03:07 am (UTC)
I'm sure I remember...
there being food :-p

Oh - and a rather numbly young man who's name I have no idea of...

All in all it was a rather fun night!

Mari
(Now tell 'em about the Museum Trip boyo! wicked grin)
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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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