"When the waves are round me breaking,
As I pace the deck alone,
And my eye in vain is seeking
Some green leaf to rest upon;
What would not I give to wander
Where my old companions dwell?
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!"
-John Milton, Paradise Lost
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Dancing too close to the fire? Perhaps. But I've always liked fire.
I only smoke to consume it.
Wish me well, my ladies. My men.
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Joan of Arc used to hear voices... and she ended up medium-well at the stake...
In your case, Q hears the voices and you end up in the vertical rotisserie...???
Dancing too close to the fire? Perhaps.
2 comments:
Joan of Arc used to hear voices... and she ended up medium-well at the stake...
In your case, Q hears the voices and you end up in the vertical rotisserie...???
Doesn't seem fair...
I'm in accordance with prislander, D.
Though you picture is very reminiscent of a cross between a Tori Amos/Trent Reznor album cover. I dig it.
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