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Created on 18 December 2001 (#417668). Last updated on 19 August 2013. All Members , Moderated. This is a community for fans of the Television show "The Pretender". Have any thoughts about old episodes? Come join in, and speak your mind- we'd love to have you! If you have any requests, comments or questions, feel free to email me at either maggiethecat57@hotmail.com, Speak! It'd be great to have you in here! The more members the better! The more Jarod/Miss P Shippers the better! Is your lovely MOD :).
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33 Icons...! - Gothic Lolita • • →
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A subtle fire races under my skin. Because what I'm looking for are the answers. To why these questions never go away. 3] Marcia and Felicity (1 Bree and Lynette). 6] Megan Mullally (3 Karen Walker). 2] Xena Warrior Princess. 2] Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon. 1] Misc. Characters. Credit me if you use any of my icons, please. Felicity Huffman and Marcia Cross. Megan Mullally (Karen Walker). Xena: Warrior Princess (Gabrielle). Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon. 6th-Dec-2005 03:02 pm (UTC). Took 19, love it! 6th-De...
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On this, a stormy night: plathpoetry
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On this, a stormy night. Black Rook in Rainy Weather. On the stiff twig up there. Hunches a wet black rook. Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain. I do not expect a miracle. To set the sight on fire. In my eye, not seek. Any more in the desultory weather some design,. But let spotted leaves fall as they fall,. Without ceremony, or portent. Although, I admit, I desire,. Occasionally, some backtalk. From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain:. A certain minor light may still. Post a new comm...
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Spinster ~ sylvia plath ~ Now this particular girl During a…: plathpoetry
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Now this particular girl. During a ceremonious april walk. With her latest suitor. Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck. By the birds' irregular babel. And the leaves' litter. By this tumult afflicted, she. Observed her lover's gestures unbalance the air,. His gait stray uneven. Through a rank wilderness of fern and flower;. She judged petals in disarray,. The whole season, sloven. How she longed for winter then! Scrupulously austere in its order. Of white and black. Exact as a snowflake.
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Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly: plathpoetry
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Reba - ILL BE. Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly. The smile of iceboxes annihilates me. Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one! I hear her great heart purr. From her lips ampersands and percent signs. It is Monday in her mind: morals. Launder and present themselves. What am I to make of these contradictions? I wear white cuffs, I bow. Is this love then, this red material. Issuing from the steele needle that flies so blindingly? It will make little dresses and coats,.
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"Four hours without a bathroom break, I thought I was going to pop a valve"
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Trimflixx - Four hours without a bathroom break, I thought I was going to pop a valve. Kathryn Erbes biggest fan. Mon, Jun. 30th, 2008. We thought this was funny! Tue, Jul. 1st, 2008 02:34 pm (UTC).
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There is no talk of immortality among these!: plathpoetry
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She Dont Know She's Beautiful - ALAN JACKSON. There is no talk of immortality among these! There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself- -. Infinite, green, utterly untouchable. Angels swim in it, and the stars, in indifference also. They are my medium. The sun dissolves on this wall, bleeding its lights. A gray wall now, clawed and bloody. Is there no way out of the mind? Steps at my back spiral into a well. There are no trees or birds in this world,. There is only sourness.
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better than the life that you have: plathpoetry
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Better than the life that you have. Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people. Where do the black trees go that drink here? Their shadows must cover Canada. A little light is filtering from the water flowers. Their leaves do not wish us to hurry:. They are round and flat and full of dark advice. Cold worlds shake from the oar. The spirit of blackness is in us, it is in the fishes. A snag is lifting a valedictory, pale hand;. Stars open among the lilies. This is the silence of astounded souls.
