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Fallen angels at my feet
...Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes--lying next to me I fear
She beckons me, shall I give in?
Upon my end shall I begin.
Forsaking all I've fallen for...
I rise to meet the end*
...Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes--lying next to me I fear
She beckons me, shall I give in?
Upon my end shall I begin.
Forsaking all I've fallen for...
I rise to meet the end*
Home » Archives » 19. April 2006
The Letter ‘M’
April 19, 2006I just checked on the mango tarts I bought for myself and my boyfriend the other day and, oh my God, the chunks of sliced mangoes on top looked like it became pale wooden strips. I tell you, the fridge in our office can kill! It must be below below negative adgjowtfadfs degrees in there!
The poor little things…. Bet it hurts to be a naked Inuit, too. =\
Speaking of mangoes, I suddenly found myself looking for info about Joe D’Mango. Instead, I found an old LoveNotes posting site back at ‘05. I’ve read some of Joe’s “Love cases” and replies and, well, it’s pretty interesting. 
Read on, and have fun. 
