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Sophi'sCat got felines (g, no b's)
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| 411: | Dun Laoghaire, Dublin | | | Stats: | age 34 married | | | Seeks: | women for anything | | | Last On: | Jul-20-04 6:50 AM | |
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| Once in a saintly passion
I cried with desperate grief,
"O Lord, my heart is black with guile,
Of sinners I am chief."
Then stooped my guardian angel
And whispered from behind,
"Vanity, my lil' woman,
You're not that, but kind."
My Soul I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,
Upon the breathless starlit air,
"Upon the star that marks the hidden pole;
Fix every wandering thought upon
That quarter where all thought is done:
Who can distinguish darkness from the soul
My Self. The consecretes blade upon my knees
Is Sato's ancient blade, still as it was,
Still razor-keen, still like a looking-glass
Unspotted by the centuries;
That flowering, silken, old embroidery, torn
From some court-lady's dress and round
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WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR IN A PARTNER? |
| The mirror of malicious eyes
Casts upon her eyes until at last
She thinks that shape must be her shape?
And what's the good of an escape
If honour find her in the wintry blast?
I am content to live it all again
And yet again, if it be life to pitch
Into the frog-spawn of the blind men's ditch,
Blind men battering blind women;
Or into that most fecund ditch of all,
The folly that man does
Or must suffer, if he woos
A proud woman not kindred of his soul.
I am content to follow to its source
Every event in action or in thought;
Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!
When such as I cast out cyber dross
So great a sweetness flows into my breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are beset by everything,
All we look on is best if blessed
And of none am I obsessed.
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DESCRIBE YOUR PERFECT FIRST DATE |
| The sun has burst the sky
Because I love you and not
And the river its banks.
The sea laps the great rocks
Because I love you and knot
And takes no heed of the moon dragging it away
And saying coldly 'Constancy is not for you'.
The blackbird fills the air
Because I love you and naught
With spring and lawns and shadows falling on lawns.
The people walk in the street and laugh
I love you or gnawed
And far down the river ships sound their hooters
Crazy with joy because I love you or just nod.
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I AM PASSIONATE ABOUT |
| Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind; |
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MY THERAPIST DESCRIBES MY PERSONALITY(S) AS |
| a room "full of you!--As I came in
And closed the door behind me, all at once
A something in the air, intangible,
Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses slick!--
Sharp, unfamiliar odors have destroyed
Each other room's their personality. |
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A LOVER ONCE DESCRIBED MY LOOKS AS |
| the face looking out on all her canvases,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
A queen in opal or in ruby dress,
A nameless girl in freshest summer-greens,
A saint, an angel -- every canvas means
The same one meaning, neither more nor less.
He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills her dream. |
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TO GET MY LOVER HOT, I |
| the pleasure-bird whistles aft |
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TO SATISFY MY CRAVINGS, MY LOVER MUST |
| know the poetry to be found in loving |
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ACTIVITIES |
| Collect Old Crap, Cultural Stuff, Dancing, OutDoor Fun, kiddies' stuff |
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PERSONALITY |
| Committed, High Maintenance, Kind, Romantic, Wild, all the other ego items too |
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CARTOON I RESEMBLE
Wonder Women |
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WHAT I SEE IN THIS INKBLOT |
| a lovely 1950s hat or latest post punk gothic hairstyle? |
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ON THE CAN, I READ |
| list of contents and use-by -date |
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MY DVD IS USUALLY SPINNING |
| a romantic comedy |
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MY JUKEBOX BEATS TO THE SOUND OF |
| party chatter |
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| Birthday: | Jul, 17 Cancer | | | Country: | Ireland | | | Sexuality: | Bisexual | | | Joined: | Jul-17-03 6:13 AM | |
| | Roots: | White | | | Spirit: | Christian | | | Longitude: | Tall | | | Latitude: | Slimmy | | | Offspring: | Got Kids | | | Job: | Self-employed | | | Insight: | Graduate School | |
| | Ethanol: | Casual Drinker | | | Nicotine: | Non-Smoker | | | Ganja: | Unknown | |
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