AxlsFavoriteRose
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ugh i was trying to do something on my PM and it kept taking me to this guy's profile. so if he sees that i visited like 20 times i swear i am not a stalker
idk how or why this happened but in the immortal words of W. Axl Rose i'm *bleeping* innocent
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Unfortunately, Susan didn’t remember what Jane Fulton once said. “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results.”
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Venus is so big in the sky right now...very cool
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What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind
William Wordsworth. 1770–1850
536. Ode
Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
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waking up to a GN'R concert on tv....niiiiiiice!
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what a great time last night! if you ever find yourself in Reno on a Friday Night i suggest you check out The Peppermill casino! very nice, a seafood buffet to die for, and nightclub to dance after dinner and if you gamble, the craps table is fun
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when summer begins with over 100 degree days that hit you like a hot fist the mid 90's feel cool! loving the cooler days
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when your repairman is so hot you can't concentrate on what he's saying is wrong with your broken oven
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woke up to the most beautiful rainbow over the snow dusted mountains
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yay! i am on my NEW laptop! i have letters that aren't all worn off! *happy dance*
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Spirits of the Dead Edgar Allan Poe
Thy soul shall find itself alone
’Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness — for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.
The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne’er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
