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  1. Sad Day

    I had to say goodbye to my lizard, but only for the day. Because of the kind of lizard he is he needs an ultra violet light because in the wild they get calcium from the sun and the sun helps them properly process the nutrients from their diet so without a UV they do not live very long.

    And the cage I had my lizard in was one that first way back I used for my gecko then I used it for my snake before my snake grew out of it, and snakes and geckos don't need UV lights so I had to take
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  2. 10 Ways to Know if You are Dating a Pagan

    Well I love to mock and make fun of other people, so for a bit of balance here is some self-mockery

    1. Their pets all have names that are difficult to preannounce and come from obscure deities, mythology, or fantasy books

    2. They tend to favor the kind of animals that make most people squirm.

    3. They prefer to be called Raven Willow, Wolf Starsong, Lady Silvermoon, or some other similar name

    4. They are rarely seen without wearing
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    Updated 03-04-2009 at 06:00 PM by Dark Muse

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  3. true relation

    shine the spotlight on you
    smile, you must smile,
    show a false relation
    to your body
    to your mind.
    give me twenty,
    give me thirty
    give me all of our years.
    let me find what may come after
    I can get all these thoughts to cease.
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  4. Heart Attack - The Hospital Pt 2

    Thursday night becomes an attempt to stay comfortable in the bed. I have tubes in both arms but mostly on the right side.

    The nurses keep insisting there are no needles in me just some sort of plastic dohickey (Ruth informs me it's a catheter like everybody KNOWS that) that sure feels like spikes driven deep. Gravity becomes my enemy and I keep my bed frames up to loop the tubes over the railings and take pressure off them. I keep my right arm very still and primarily use my ...
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  5. Lines upon a poem sent to a girl

    by , 03-03-2009 at 11:05 PM (Silas Thorne's Journal)
    Poetry, what did you do to that woman?
    She slapped me hard and left the room
    while in your head she misted over, swooning.

    I'll kick you in the nuts, you knave!
    While you’re sitting in an open horse stance, posing,
    I’ll get you right, when you’re not watching,
    you'll lie there groaning.

    Though on the page you lie there, crooning,
    You try that one again...I’ll burn you up.
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    Poetry