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

when I was a child, I had a fever..... my hands felt just like two ballons..... now I got that feeling once again, I can't explain, you would not understand, this is not how I am....... I am comfortably numb......

— 22.08.2006, 18:14:20

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Images of broken light which dance, before me like a million eyes. They call me on and on across the universe. [the beatles]

— 30.06.2006, 20:27:55

Images of broken light which dance, before me like a million eyes. They call me on and on across the universe. [the beatles]

— 30.06.2006, 20:27:55

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Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of love lost in the days gone by.

— 28.06.2006, 02:41:43

Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of love lost in the days gone by.

— 28.06.2006, 02:41:43

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.

— 21.06.2006, 08:02:20

My lips are shaking my nails are bit off. Been a month since I've heard myself talk. All the advantage this life's got on me. Picture a cup in the middle of the sea. And I fight back in my mind. Never lets me be right. I got memories. I got shit so much it don't show. Oh, I walked the line when you held me in that night. I walked the line when you held my hand that night.

— 5.06.2006, 17:39:01

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"Ach, dlugo jeszcze poleze w szklanej wodzie, w sieci wodorostow zanim po prostu uwierze, ze mnie nie kochano po prostu."

— 8.04.2006, 21:18:53

"Ach, dlugo jeszcze poleze w szklanej wodzie, w sieci wodorostow zanim po prostu uwierze, ze mnie nie kochano po prostu."

— 8.04.2006, 21:18:53

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Położę Ci swe serce na dłoni, Głowę wesprę na Twym ramieniu. Opowiem o śnie moim wielkim, o moim sennym marzeniu. O Bogu, który dał mi skrzydła bym mogła być bliżej gwiazd, O czarach, chochlikach i mgle, która błądzi gdzieś w moim śnie. O dniach pełnych bajkowego snu co drży bojąc się ulecieć w dal plecionych złotą niteczką lnu co go mały skrzat tkał...

— 28.10.2005, 17:50:11

Położę Ci swe serce na dłoni, Głowę wesprę na Twym ramieniu. Opowiem o śnie moim wielkim, o moim sennym marzeniu. O Bogu, który dał mi skrzydła bym mogła być bliżej gwiazd, O czarach, chochlikach i mgle, która błądzi gdzieś w moim śnie. O dniach pełnych bajkowego snu co drży bojąc się ulecieć w dal plecionych złotą niteczką lnu co go mały skrzat tkał...

— 28.10.2005, 17:50:11