Arsenika

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Well then... “About Me” shall I write:I AM the one who regrets the waste of her innocence days in the worthless pursuit of acceptance from the others I now despice, coming back to my senses thanks to a painful awakening that came almost too late...I AM the one who regrets having spilled precious life on the dirty floor begging for the love of others, when all I needed was my own love to have everything...I AM the one who regrets to ever have given the impression of being good and nice and unselfish and caring about what I did not care at all...I AM the one who loves but not necessarily loves You...I AM the one who is there and then is not there, not depending on anything you know or do...I AM the one who is really interested while I..m interested. I never said forever, did I?...I AM the one who gets so easily bored, and I am so bored of concealing it.Arsenika
Dark Icaro and I enjoying a delicious Pic-Nic for Valentine..s Day... ^_^ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
"I invite you magnanimously to please be my guest for tea at a room with high standards of taste where the hostess remembers my face and greets me by name at the door and recalls what I've ordered before and inquires kindly after my day, and appreciates all that I say. She'll have orange pekoe for the pot and darjeeling, as likely as not, or if you are not in the pink our hostess knows which herbs to drink, like ginger to help with the grippe mixed with cinnamon and the rose hip; or fresh lemon balm if you wish, perhaps blended with sweet licorice. So whether you feel well or ill, this refreshment will quite fit the bill and, of course, you will quite enjoy me. Yours truly. RSVP" -Aubrey Henslow"...While the heart beats, bruise it - it is your only opportunity; while the eye can still turn towards you with moist,timid entreaty, freeze it with an icy unanswering gaze; while the ear, that delicate messenger to the inmost sanctuary of the soul,can still take in the tones of kindness, put it off with hard civility, or sneering compliment, or envious affectation of indifference; while the creative brain can still throb with the sense of injustice, with the yearning for brotherly recognition - make haste - oppress it with your ill-considered judgements,your trivial comparisons, your careless misrepresentations. The heart will by and by be still - ubi saeva indignatio ulterius cor lacerare nequit; the eye will cease to entreat; the ear will be deaf; the brain will have ceased from all wants as well as from all work. Then your charitable speeches may find vent; then you may remember and pity the toil and the struggle and the failure;then you may give due honour to the work achieved; then you may find extenuation for errors, and may consent to bury them."GEORGE ELIOT, "THE LIFTED VEIL" (Fragment)"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” Anaïs Nin..+++ ARSENIKA & CRUEL BEAUTY +++ There is no need to understand, when something simply “is”... You are. I am. No comprehension or patience is necessary for such a friendship to bloom and grow and become a part of me I wouldn..t recognize myself without anymore...This is not suppossed to have any sense... but it does. I pity those who are unable to feel and live the meaning of it. "For Cruel Beauty" Arsenika+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A Bit of Victorian Parlor Humor ++++Miss Bea was in her late 80's and much admired for her sweetness and kindness to all. The pastor came to call on her one afternoon early in the spring, and she welcomed him into her Victorian parlor. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared a little tea.As he sat facing her old pump organ, the minister noticed a crystal glass bowl sitting on top of it filled with water. In the water floated, of all things, a condom. Imagine his shock and surprise. Imagine his curiosity: surely Miss Bea had flipped! But he certainly couldn't mention the strange sight in her parlor.When she returned with tea and cookies they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl and its strange floater, but soon it got the best of him, and he could resist no longer."Miss Bea," he said. "I wonder if you would tell me about this," pointing to the bowl. "Oh, yes," she replied, "isn't it wonderful? I was walking down town last fall & found this little package. It said to put it on your organ and keep it wet, and it would prevent disease. And you know, I think it is working. I haven't had a cold all winter!" Taken from www.victoriaspast.comProfile Edited by MPS MySpace Editor 2.0 .."http://www.mypimpspace.com/"Switchblade Symphony - Clown
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