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Squee!

For those in the know, the boy from last weekend just got back in touch. Telstra screwed him around (surprise, surprise) and he only just got back online again.

For those not in the know, nothing to see here...

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ozisim
Feb. 11th, 2008 10:59 pm (UTC)
*grins*
I've never been so happy to be wrong!
halloranelder
Feb. 12th, 2008 01:46 am (UTC)
Bounce, bounce, bounce!
psuedonym777
Feb. 12th, 2008 12:52 am (UTC)
Totally made of Win. :o)
halloranelder
Feb. 12th, 2008 01:46 am (UTC)
If you're happy and you know it, wiggle your booty!
psuedonym777
Feb. 12th, 2008 01:48 am (UTC)
..... and now my chair is broken .....

Bugger.
halloranelder
Feb. 12th, 2008 01:52 am (UTC)
Only if you ask nicely. :)

Oh, that wasn't a request, was it? Damn.
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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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