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~Safthic

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Sun Jul 17, 2005, 10:21 PM
I had another weird dream, this one I accidenlty joined a cult in england

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  • Current Residence: Baker, Florida
  • Favourite movie: Bent, Fight Club, Shindler's List, Black Beauty, Hotel Rwanda.
  • Favourite band or musician: The Shins, Queen, Muse
  • Favourite genre of music: Progressive
  • Operating System: MS Paint

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happy random glomp day! :glomp:

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I am undoubtedly Sokka-obsessed.
I love my Sokka! :heart:
Back off, Suki! :chainsaw:
:heart:
Here's a Sokka, there's a Sokka
And another little Sokka
Fuzzy Sokka, Funny Sokka
Sokka, Sokka, Aang!
Hi, random deviant. :wave:

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I wonder how many gigabytes a happy memory is?
Just thought I would say hi. :wave:

I got here by clicking the Random Deviant button. Enjoy dA.

Cheers. :)

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I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. :nod: :heart:
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Valentine for Ernest Mann
by Naomi Shihab Nye

You can't order a poem like you order a taco.
Walk up to the counter, say, "I'll take two"
and expect it to be handed back to you
on a shiny plate.

Still, I like your spirit.
Anyone who says, "Here's my address,
write me a poem," deserves something in reply.
So I'll tell you a secret instead:
poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,
they are sleeping. They are the shadows
drifting across our ceilings the moment
before we wake up. What we have to do
is live in a way that lets us find them.

Once I knew a man who gave his wife
two skunks for a valentine.
He couldn't understand why she was crying.
"I thought they had such beautiful eyes."
And he was serious. He was a serious man
who lived in a serious way. Nothing was ugly
just because the world said so. He really
liked those skunks. So, he re-invented them
as valentines and they became beautiful.
At least, to him. And the poems that had been hiding
in the eyes of skunks for centuries
crawled out and curled up at his feet.

Maybe if we re-invent whatever our lives give us
we find poems. Check your garage, the odd sock
in your drawer, the person you almost like, but not quite.
And let me know.

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Hello :wave:,

I just wish to give you a hug :hug: as part of my Free Hugs campaign, and wish you the very best.

Miranda, =votrereine


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I don't squirm. I flail. Less restrictive, more expressive.
Hey! ^^

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Proud member of the ~JigglyLoversClub

"'Don't leave me alone!'
The cry in the night
Of anguish heart-striking
Of soul-killing fright...
Don't leave me alone!'
A world heard that cry"

-Dragonsinger
thanks a lot!

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