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I'ma in the queer room it are a fact i know because of my learnings
 
 
 
 
 
 
Ruth is Phillipino
 
 
 
 
 
 

Hmmm Idle is a weird weird weird cookie

 
 
 
 
 
 

For all that life leaves behind, there's Love.


Few of us can deal with the recent past. 
Either our present lives have too strong a hold on us,
Or else we are plunged into the troubled waters of the past,
Trying our utmost to bring back and retrieve something  vanished beyond recall.
Even in the large and wealthy families,
Who owe much to their ancestors,
It is the custom to remember the grandfathers rather than the fathers.


*   *   *

Once I had a distant, fascinating and intriguing father - lets call my father by his name - around whose crib there danced the last moon rays of the old century and the first shimmering light of the new dawn - Evening Star, The Morning Star, the Star of Even-Morn. Thats where our name comes from.

*   *   *

Perhaps this was me - Or maybe a vision.

It would seem to me, that more and more mine thoughts have been drawn to the plight of the Habsburgs and the Bourbons, and also to the alarming possibility that what has occured to them may just as much occur to us. Even beyond this however, mine thoughts have drifted often, like an unruly youth, towards the personal relations I share with the Habsburgs, and what grand and righteous people they remain to be, inasmuch as many of our brethren have fallen from grace and lost their intergrity, becoming no better then the upstart noveau-riche. I remember visiting with the Habsburgs, in their Palace in Vienna. The first time I visited I think was in 1742. I remember that It was Christmas and it snowed a great deal. Again I visited, in the late summer of 1893, and the glitter of society quite reminded me of a visit I made to my grandparents in Paris, in the Autumn of 1569. There is much left to the souls of mine noble line, but still we are made to ponder.


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There's a Million worlds, swirling in my head, and none of them are real to you, but they are real to me. They keep me going when the light has left me and all is bathed in the blackened moon. They keep me from falling back into the old ways, they help me live my life. They are my soul's sustinence, my joy, my love. 

 
 
 
 
 
 

Today Arrrgh Talk Like a Pirate Day, Its a wonderful thing


ARGH SWASH SWASH BUCKLE BUCKLE AHOY ME HEARTIES YO HO

 
 
 
 
 
 

I are have to go to Uni nows
It are making me tired
BUT
I had weird dreams last night, involving a suicidal leprechaun-turtle... made me wake up and go WTF

I have a new Politics lecturer today
should be good, Its Caroline Fleay, my tutor, and we're finally starting International Relations
Booyah

Loves

 
 
 
 
 
 

She

Is

Starting 

To 

Reach 

Frightening 

New 

Heights 

In 

Her 

Obsession
 


Its really starting to get to me and the Queen - there are borders that the hordes seem to be crossing with little regard to what the Queen may feel.

Why is it necessary to be so neurotic?

Because its Elaine, THATS WHY

 
 
 
 
 
 

Heroes comes out on DVD in 2 days,

This is rather exciting for me... because I am Claire.

Obviously.

Adele wrote lots of Tensile Tenureness today, or rather printed off lots, it was :O wow

Also, I can kill you with my brain

 
 
 
 
 
 
Twas ghastly, I'm like
YES! YES! PICK ME! I KNOW ALL ABOUT MARXIST THEORY ON CAPITALIST CLASS SYSTEMS VERSUS WEBERIAN! 
It went downhill from there, but oh well, at least I found the key... I can't believe it was right in front of me *shakes head*
 
 
 
 
 
 
I have to call work