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Sun, 08 Nov 2009 07:49:12 -0800

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Sun, 08 Nov 2009 07:45:53 -0800

Basically we are descended from a long line of successful flirts and it is hard-wired into our brains.
If we didn't initiate contact with the opposite sex, then we wouldn't reproduce, and the species
would die out.

~Kate Fox~

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Sun, 08 Nov 2009 07:17:56 -0800

It's there, still there, a past love's madness,
Dull pain and longing my heart fill.
Your image, hid amid the shadows
Of memory, lives in me still.
I think of it with endless yearning,
'Tis e'er with me though from me far,
Unreachable, unchanged, bright-burning
As in the sky of night a star...

~Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev~

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Fri, 06 Nov 2009 12:02:59 -0800

. . . Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all. . . .

~Pablo Neruda~

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Wed, 04 Nov 2009 14:06:11 -0800

Think what a better world it would be if we all - the whole world - had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap.

~Robert Fulghum~

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Wed, 04 Nov 2009 13:50:11 -0800

I heard that some brilliant man once said "it's called PMS because "mad cow disease" was already taken". I wonder if he is still alive...

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Wed, 04 Nov 2009 13:45:58 -0800

Eventually
You have to let go
no matter how much you want to hold on
No matter how much you want keep believing...

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Wed, 04 Nov 2009 06:30:38 -0800

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Tue, 03 Nov 2009 17:50:16 -0800

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself
But if your love and must needs have desires,
Let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook
That sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
And give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer
For the beloved in your heart
And a song of praise upon your lips.

~Gibran Kahlil Gibran~

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Mon, 02 Nov 2009 19:00:35 -0800