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Thoughtful.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Tired. I need to go home and get into bed.....
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
tired.
Thank you everyone.
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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fed up with History
Good day
Not Good Or Bad
Aching all over. These past days I have been running waaay too mucho.
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
Another dull day of studying has begun....and I have a headache
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. ~ Mark Twain
hungry
My mission in life is to make YOU smile
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"The time has come," the Walrus said,"To talk of many things:
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stressed
The source of any bad writing is the desire to be something more than a person of sense--the straining to be thought a genius. If people would say what they have to say in plain terms, how much eloquent they would be.
-S.T COLERIDGE
Why stressed Muhsin?
I am feeling...wired! Just wrote an essay on Oscar Wilde and now I'm all switched on for analysis.
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
May be girl/boy trouble ;-)Originally Posted by Aunty-lion
Just kididn :-)
[/quote]I am feeling...wired! Just wrote an essay on Oscar Wilde and now I'm all switched on for analysis.
wired or weird? :-)
I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell :"
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Last edited by Madhuri; 05-08-2007 at 07:55 AM.
Idiotic. I am starting to talk to myself, and oh I imagine such dark stories and I enjoy making them up. Does this show I am a pessimist or does this show that I find dark stories more emotional and fun to develop?
Oh and I have started to ponder so much.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
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