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Whispers of A Blue Moon
Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc
Friday, October 15, 2004
"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there
at least I shall have rest?"
Job 17:11-16 dv.
Dust
- Mimosa
- Can poetry attract girls?
- Dementio
- White Slumber
- Salve, Salvete
- Intempesta Nox
- This is Anne with Lestat. Captivating is it not? C...
- Sepia
- Here I am, stuck in this air-conditioned library. ...
- Despair
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