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The Demon Bean's LiveJournal:
| Tuesday, March 13th, 2007 | |
| 9:42 am | http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070313/ap_ I would be so happy if this were followed by an Ocean's 11 type thing ... |
| Tuesday, March 6th, 2007 | |
| 7:55 am | If only RL money was so easy to come by ... I just sold a blood elf bandit mask in WoW for 27 gold. That is fucking absurd. |
| Tuesday, January 16th, 2007 | |
| 7:09 pm | Psalm 23, JF style The Lord is my Mod, I shall not want. He maketh me to rest in f-locked communities, He leadeth me beside polite threads, He restoreth my cred. Yea, though I walk through Valley of Batshit, I shall fear no Wankers, for thou art with me. Thy BanHammer and thy CommentLock, they comfort me. Thou preparest a wank banquet for me in the presence of mine ship's enemies, Thou anointest my threads with wisdom, My PM-box overflows. Surely adoration and BNF-status shall follow me all the days of my life And I shall reside on the Message Board of the Lord forever. |
| Thursday, December 28th, 2006 | |
| 4:11 pm | WoW? After all these WoW wanks, I just thought, you know ... maybe we should see who's out there from F_W. I've got Alliance on Nazjatar, and Horde on Hakkar - leave a comment if you'd like more info. |
| Monday, June 5th, 2006 | |
| 1:52 pm | Just a Post to Mark the Journal You won't find me here. You'll find me, most often, on fandom_wank or hp_cornfield. On the other hand, if you have questions about me, my other journal, Eos Cormorantine, or the nature of the universe, this would be the place to post them. Current Music: "River's Dance," Greg Edmonson, Firefly Soundtrack |
| Friday, June 4th, 2004 | |
| 7:18 pm | summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all how sweet is the day I'm craving a darkness as I sit tucked away with my back to the wall and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth and the landscape of merry and desperate drought how much longer dear angels let winterlight come and spread your white sheets over my empty house summer move forward and leave your heat anchored in dust forgotten him, cheated him, painted illusions of lust now language escape, fugitive of forgiveness leaving as trace only circles of rust and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth and the landscape of merry and desperate drought how much longer dear angels come break me with ice let the water of calm trickle over my doubts come let me drown angels no fire no salt on the plow carry me down bury me down and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth and the landscape of merry and desperate drought once I knew myself and with knowing came love I would know love again if I had faith enough too far is next spring and her jubilant shout so angels, inside is the only way out |
| 7:18 pm | summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all how sweet is the day I'm craving a darkness as I sit tucked away with my back to the wall and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth and the landscape of merry and desperate drought how much longer dear angels let winterlight come and spread your white sheets over my empty house summer move forward and leave your heat anchored in dust forgotten him, cheated him, painted illusions of lust now language escape, fugitive of forgiveness leaving as trace only circles of rust and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth and the landscape of merry and desperate drought how much longer dear angels come break me with ice let the water of calm trickle over my doubts come let me drown angels no fire no salt on the plow carry me down bury me down and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth and the landscape of merry and desperate drought once I knew myself and with knowing came love I would know love again if I had faith enough too far is next spring and her jubilant shout so angels, inside is the only way out |
| 7:18 pm | summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all how sweet is the day I'm craving a darkness as I sit tucked away with my back to the wall and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth and the landscape of merry and desperate drought how much longer dear angels let winterlight come and spread your white sheets over my empty house summer move forward and leave your heat anchored in dust forgotten him, cheated him, painted illusions of lust now language escape, fugitive of forgiveness leaving as trace only circles of rust and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth and the landscape of merry and desperate drought how much longer dear angels come break me with ice let the water of calm trickle over my doubts come let me drown angels no fire no salt on the plow carry me down bury me down and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth and the landscape of merry and desperate drought once I knew myself and with knowing came love I would know love again if I had faith enough too far is next spring and her jubilant shout so angels, inside is the only way out |