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The Sirin's Den
Sunday, 7 May 2006

Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Por Una Cabeza
Music never judges, or laughs, or mocks. It only plays, playing no matter whos ears are there to receive it.

For men neither live, nor die in vain.

Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight. For I never saw true beauty till this night.

CAn I survive it? Will I endure? This is my sickness; is there a cure? I start to shiver, then I'm on fire. Then I'm aquiver with seething desire. By day it haunts me, haunts me by night; this tender torment, tinged with delight. Tell me what love is- what can it be? What is this yearning, burning in me?

Fever when you hold me tight; fever in the morning, fever all through the night. What a lovely way to burn.

There is no greater sorrow then to recall in misery the times when we were happy.

I wanted only to try and live in accord with the promptings that came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?

Everyone wants to mean something to somebody.

...Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister I can again thy former light restore.

O wilst thou leave me so unsatisfyed?
What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

Look to her, if thou hast eyes to see. She has deceived [before], and may [deceive] thee.

So of course I became
As befitted my delicate birth-
The most casual bride
of the murdering scum of the earth.

Tempt not a desperate man.

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever Gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

'Tis but ty name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a [enemy].
What's [a name]? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man.

An eye for an eye;
A tooth for a tooth-
Now we're both blind and
no closer to the truth.

Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; hell is obsession with a voice, a face, a name...

An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind.

Virtue is the beauty, and vice the deformity, of the soul.

Let your soul take you where you long to be...
Salve Regina, Mother of God
Pray for us sinners
Now, and at the
hour of our death.

Posted by planet/jezaabel at 11:48 AM EDT
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