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 | You scored as Captain Jack Sparrow. You are definitely quirky and often mistaken for mad but if anyone is truly paying attention they can see there is method to your madness. You try really hard to be bad but in the end you tend to do the right thing.
Captain Barbosa | | 92% | Captain Jack Sparrow | | 92% | Black Beard | | 92% | Mary Read | | 75% | Sinbad | | 67% | Captain James T. Hook | | 50% | Dread Pirate Roberts | | 42% | Long John Silvers | | 42% | Morgan Adams | | 33% | Will Turner | | 33% | </td>
What kind of Pirate are you?
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| My short skirt |
[09 Feb 2005|09:06am] |
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My short skirt
is not an invitation
a provocation
an indication
that I want it
or give it
or that I hook.
( Read more... )
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[22 Nov 2004|10:00pm] |
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I have spent the entire afternoon at the library gazing through art and photography books, and enjoying coffee and tiny star shaped shortbread cookies with Cat.
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[12 Nov 2004|08:28pm] |
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Government department, bureaucratic, endless paperwork, then loss of said paperwork, madness. Arghh!
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[21 Jun 2004|11:29pm] |
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Happy solstice, darling world.
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[02 Jun 2004|12:14am] |
*~*~*~Daughter~*~*~*
Someday I will give birth to a tiny baby girl
and she will be born screaming and I'll make sure she never stops.
I will kiss her before I lay her down
and will tell her a story so she knows
how it is and how it must be for her to survive.
I'll tell her about the power of water
the seduction of paper
the promise of gasoline
and the hope of blood.
I'll teach her to shave her eyebrows and
mark her skin.
I'll teach her that her body is
her greatest work of art.
I'll tell her to light things on fire
and keep them burning
I'll teach her that fire will not consume her,
that she must take it and use it.
I'll tell her to be tri-sexual, to try anything
to sleep with, fight with, pray with anyone,
just as long as she feels something.
I'll help her do her best work when it rains.
I'll tell her to reinvent herself every 28 days.
I'll teach her to develop all of her selves,
the courageous ones,
the smart ones,
the dreaming ones,
the fast ones.
I'll teach her that she has an army inside her
that can save her life.
I'll tell her to say F*U*C*K like other people say "The"
and when people are shocked
to ask them why they fear a small quartet
of letters.
I'll make sure she always carries a pen
so she can take down evidence.
If she has no paper, I'll teach her to
write everything down on her tongue,
write it on her thighs.
I'll help her to see that she will not find God
or salvation in a dark brick building
built by dead men.
I'll explain to her that it's better to regret things
she has done than the things she hasn't.
I'll teach her to write her manifestos
on cocktail napkins.
I'll say she should make men lick her enterprise.
I'll teach her to talk hard.
I'll tell her that her skin is the
most beautiful dress she will ever wear.
I'll tell her that people must earn the right to use her nickname,
that forced intimacy is an ugly thing.
I'll make her understand that she is worth more
with her clothes on.
I'll tell her that when the words finally flow too fast
and she has no use for a pen
that she must quit her job
run out of the house in her bathrobe,
leaving the door open.
I'll teach her to follow the words.
I'll tell her to stand up
and head for the door
after she makes love.
When he asks her to
stay she'll say
she's got to go.
I'll tell her that when she first bleeds
when she is a woman,
to go up to the roof at midnight,
reach her hands up to the sky and scream.
I'll teach her to be whole, to be holy,
to be so much that she doesn't
need me anymore.
I'll tell her to go quickly and never come back.
I will make her stronger than me.
I'll say to her never forget what they did to you and never let them know you remember.
Never forget what they did to you
and never let them know you remember.
Never forget what they did to you
and never let them know you remember.
- anon
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| Bwahaha! Cute >^..^ |
[28 May 2004|09:50pm] |
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Grint [that Ron Weasely kid] said he was still hoping to stay in the series although it would mean giving up his childhood dream of being an ice-cream man.
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Happy Easter!
A chance to relax, and get online... and then, HAHAHA, this is the best eastery thing I've seen all day --->> chicks by enfuego
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| hugs |
[15 Mar 2004|12:15pm] |
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I love a man who's not afraid to hug his friends.
Seems obvious to me, but then, there today I met a man who saw no need for it. Not even after tragedy. I find that sad.
AND THAT THERE is another reason why I love those LOTR actors, those huggable, lovable men!!
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| Beautiful! |
[15 Feb 2004|01:44pm] |
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Howard Shore, ROTK, the Grey Havens |
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Look at my new Frodo icon!
It's by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) _iconsofdoom
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[15 Feb 2004|11:03am] |
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'Few now remember them, yet still some go wandering, sons of forgotten kings walking in loneliness, guarding from evil things folk that are heedless.'
The hobbits did not understand his words, but as he spoke they had a vision as it were of a great expanse of years behind them, like a vast shadowy plain over which there strode shapes of Men, tall and grim with bright swords, and last came one with a star on his brow.
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| timely quote |
[06 Jan 2004|08:17pm] |
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Do well by your kinsmen and take little revenge for their wrongdoings. Endure with patience and you will win long-lasting praise
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[03 Jan 2004|07:52pm] |
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Happy Birthday, J.R.R. Tolkien!
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[18 Nov 2003|09:34pm] |
i just ate too much chocolate. oy.
::falls over::
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