LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
hmmm... how come Virgil can see it then? (now I'm confused) I did send the photo from a Mac, I normally use a PC. Maybe go to my profile, it's there too.
Last edited by Silas Thorne; 05-07-2009 at 08:57 PM.
I can see it, though I'm using a mac. That shouldn't matter though.
Nice photo Silas
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
Silas, for some reason I can not explain, I thought you were a middle aged Asian man.
Naked except for a cigarette, you let your mind drift and forget your disbelief. Feel the chill down your back and the flutter of wings through dandelion fields, and forget the pull of gravity in a night without stars.
I lack eloquence and commitment to my arguments. They are half baked, and I will begin passionately, and then abandon them.
I knew that he was at least "young daddy" age...but I guess that could be middle aged.
It's the cane...![]()
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Silas, that is a charming picture of youYou look very content, like most men with a beer and a comfy chair
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"Oh the clever
Things I should say to you
They got stuck somewhere
Stuck between me and you"
Now, is he content about the beer and the comfy chair - or is the massive amount of books behind him?Or, hey! Could be all three!
You're a handsome man, Mr. Thorne!!
Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
"All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley
"Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake