Eye
Finally, a little change of environment by a little dusting here and there. Looks pleasing on the eye, doesn't it? At least to mine. Not that I really care about yours.
Yours truly
Aristocrat
Ave Maria :03:41
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Whispers of A Blue Moon
Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc
Saturday, February 19, 2005
"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
- Arthurian Times
- Past Mistakes
- Searching InFinite
- Saint Valentine
- Salus
- Silence is always golden
- Explanatio
- Skepticism
- Black Cupid
- Karma
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