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Saturday, June 18, 2005

magnesium burning; quick and blindingly bright.

posted by voyeur @ 6/18/2005 04:35:00 AM

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Everything in its Time.

Sometimes I wonder what lies ahead
How long till my hunger is fed
They say it's hard to make it in this part of town
So many people on this merry-go-round

Some folks try astrology
Some turn to crystal balls
To find an answer,
To get through it all
I just fall on my knees and I try to pray
In the silence I can hear Him say

The river runs and the river hides
Out to the ocean and under the sky
I promise you, the answer will come
Hold on to patience and watch for the sign

'cause maybe there's another plan
One I still can't see
A little surprise, like your love in my life
Funny how time changes how we see

Everything in its time

"I know what it is to be in need, and i know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength."

Phil 4: 12-13

posted by voyeur @ 6/16/2005 02:05:00 PM

For M.

And because i just found out he still peruses this blog, this one's for him. :)

You make me smile and laugh and feel all girly all the time. I miss you heaps. :) talk soon!

(Now this is something understandable isn't it? ;))

posted by voyeur @ 6/16/2005 02:47:00 AM

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

I understand it fine and well, Andre Gide.

You understand, don't you, or do i need to say it again, that i was a novice in such matters of love? Perhaps it was the novelty that gave our wedding night such grace... For, in my memory, it is as if that first night were the only one, so much does the expectation and the surprise of love add to the delicious pleasure of the experience- great love needs only a single night to express itself, and my memory insists on recalling that one night alone. It was a single moment which entwined both our souls in its laughter... But i believe that love reaches a certain pitch once and once only, which the soul ever after seeks in vain to surpass; that in striving to resurrect that happiness, it actually wears it out; that nothing is more fatal to happiness than the memory of happiness. Alas, i remember that night...

posted by voyeur @ 6/14/2005 01:48:00 AM