shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one. I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun. I Shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent. Watching the future come and the present go - And the little shifting pictures of people rushing In tiny self-importance to and fro. - Sara Teasdale

— 14.11.2006, 05:12:42

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shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one. I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun. I Shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent. Watching the future come and the present go - And the little shifting pictures of people rushing In tiny self-importance to and fro. - Sara Teasdale

— 14.11.2006, 05:12:42

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Remember remember the fifth of November Gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason why gunpowder, treason Should ever be forgot..

— 19.09.2006, 16:20:21

Remember remember the fifth of November Gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason why gunpowder, treason Should ever be forgot..

— 19.09.2006, 16:20:21

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"(...) I am not alone here, The radio has musical arms, around me, the light pins me to the floor, The floor vibrates with a faint, heartbeat, It is the pulse of the ground, Earth, rich and dark, smelling like a Spring morning, It is the pulse of time, An invisible river, that I think, I am drowning, in. " ["The Weave" by Laura Gjovaag]

— 3.09.2006, 18:45:05

\"(...) I am not alone here, The radio has musical arms, around me, the light pins me to the floor, The floor vibrates with a faint, heartbeat, It is the pulse of the ground, Earth, rich and dark, smelling like a Spring morning, It is the pulse of time, An invisible river, that I think, I am drowning, in. \" [\"The Weave\" by Laura Gjovaag]

— 3.09.2006, 18:45:05