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Arc Blurb

Well, my Arc blurb is basically done.

It says everything I want to say, but no quite how I want to say it. I'm not sure what I need to change yet, so I'm opening it up to the floor.

Have a look at it, and tell me what you think. All comments and advice listened to, but not necessarily followed.

Edit: I've just changed it due to some others advice. Same location.

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towkarn
Sep. 24th, 2008 05:11 am (UTC)
Well, it's very nearly impossible for me to get Fridays off work, especially before 2pm. Having Monday off wouldn't be too hard, in comparison at least.

Besides, if I go to Melbourne again now, I'll be tempted to go to Victorian Gothic again, and that will drain my money quickly... Hell, even if I couldn't afford anything in there (that I wanted), I'd probably end up broke by the end of the day anyway.

Plus, I'm currently still paying off debt to Shannon... Once I'm finished paying that back, I can start saving at least $200 a week, and all will be well.

And thank you for the offer of your bed, but next time I go to Melbourne, Andrew will probably want to come with me, and I'm not sure if your bed could fit the three of us :P And if it did, I'd end up being the victim of everything going on all night!
towkarn
Sep. 24th, 2008 05:14 am (UTC)
Hahaha, oh, I love gmail... As soon as I read your reply to my comment in my inbox, it started coming up with links to "Cheap Melbourne Flights" :P
halloranelder
Sep. 24th, 2008 06:42 am (UTC)
Well, I am getting the new mattress delivered on Saturday. It will need "breaking in" eventually... :)

Anyway, in that case, look at Conquest over Easter, 10th to 13th of April.

Hopefully we'll see you down here then, if we don't see you sooner.

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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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