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the BASICS<br />
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Hmm.. Ahh.. Whaat? What is this place? Its been so long I don't even remember. Maybe. There is a certain kind of fogginess to it. My name is Lynn, Kate to a select few, and to everyone else Jesters Wolf, and any version of that name you can come up with. Female, Gamer of all Species, Lover of Old Vehicles, Owner of a 72 Karmann Ghia, 86 Golf GTI, 84 Wolfsburg Edition Vanagon, 74 Bus, and Engaged. <br />
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my CURRENT life<br />
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Mm. I guess. In the process of changing jobs, completing the last year or so of college, rebuild and modifying vehicles, wishing to throw some clay, and hoping to get back into the Rolly Polly Scene.<br />
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One More Thing....<br />
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Du bist mein, ich bin dein.<br />
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Des sollst du gewiss sein.<br />
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Du bist beschlossen<br />
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in meinem Herzen;<br />
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Verloren ist das Schlüsselein.<br />
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Du musst immer drinne sein<br />
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Sovay, Sovay all on a day<br />
She dressed herself in man's array<br />
With a brace of pistols all by her side<br />
To meet her true love, to meet her true love, away she'd ride<br />
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As she was riding over the plain<br />
She met her true love and bid him stand<br />
'Stand and deliver, young sir,' she said<br />
'And if you do not, and if you do not, I'll shoot you dead'<br />
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He delivered up his golden store<br />
And still she craved for one thing more<br />
'That diamond ring, that I see you wear<br />
Oh hand it over, oh hand it over, and your life I'll spare'<br />
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'From that diamond ring I would not part<br />
For it's a token from my sweetheart<br />
Shoot and be damned, you rogue,' said he<br />
'And you'll be hanged, you'll be hanged then, for murdering me'<br />
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Next morning in the garden green<br />
Young Sophie and her true love were seen<br />
He spied his watch hanging from her cloths<br />
Which made him blush lads, which made him blush lads, like any rose<br />
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'Why do you blush, you silly thing<br />
I thought to have that diamond ring<br />
T'was I who robbed you all on the plain<br />
So here's your gold, love, so here's your gold and your watch and chain<br />
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'I only did if for to know<br />
If you would be a man or no<br />
If you had given me that ring,' she said<br />
'I'd have pulled the trigger, pulled the trigger and shot you dead'<br />
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THE MoSt IMP0RTANT THING IN LIFE<br />
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To Know who you are, <br />
AND STAND BY IT THE REST OF YOUR LIFE<br />
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The division of one day from the next must be one of the most profound peculiarities of life on this planet. It is, on the whole, a merciful arrangement. We are not condemned to sustained flights of being, but are constantly refreshed by little holidays from ourselves. We are intermittent creatures, always falling to little ends and rising to little new beginnings. Our soon-tired consciousness is meted out in chapters, and that the world will look quite different tomorrow is, for both our comfort and our discomfort, usually true. How marvelously too night matches sleep, sweet images of it, so neatly apportioned to our needs. Angels must wonder at these beings who fall so regularly out of awareness into a fantasm-invested dark. How our frail identities survive these chasms no philosopher has ever been able to explain.<br />
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"Let someone else get killed!" "Suppose everyone on our side felt that way?" "Well then I'd certainly be a damned fool to feel any other way, wouldn't I?" "Englishmen are dying for England, American's are dying for America, Germans are dying for Germany, Russians are dying for Russia. There are now fifty or sixty countries fighting in this war. Surely so many countries can all be worth dying for?" "Anything worth living for, is worth dying for." "And anything worth dying for, is certainly worth living for."<br />
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"I am going to explain to you why we went to war. Why mankind always does to war. It is not social or political. It is not countries that go to war, but men. It is like salt. Once one has been to war, one has salt for the rest of one's life. Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because it is the one thing that stops women from laughing at them. Night fell again. There was war to the south, but our sector was quiet. The battle was over. Our casualties were some thirteen thousand killed--thirteen thousand minds, memories, loves, sensations, worlds, universes--because the human mind is more a universe than the universe itself--and all for a few hundred yards of useless mud."<br />
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Fearsome almost beyond belief must have been that journey over the desolate and sinister land, with the sphinx-like grey rocks ranged like perpetual mourners beside the trail . . . no sound save the raven's croak or the stumbling steps of the mourners "as silent and slow they followed the dead," and before them mile after toilsome mile of rock and mire and flood . . . This must often have necessitated setting forth by the light of a flying winter moon, or the even more eerie and less effectual beams of storm-lanterns flashing like will-o'-the-wisps along the way.<br />
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Two hearts that shouldn't talk to each other, become close, in a town much like a prison cell. People speak our names on the street in hushed tones, Oh the stories they'd tell, If any one would listen. If anyone would listen. You come a town where people don't bother saying 'Hello', unless somebodies born or dies. And I come from a place where they drag your hopes through the mud, Because their own dreams, Are all dying. And when we walk down the street the Wind sings our name in Rebel Songs. The Sounds of the Night should make us Anxious. But its much To Late when the Fear is Gone.<br />
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Despite all the crying, ignore all the screaming, rise above the yelling, and don't forget who you are.<br />
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Don't worry. I'll show him what he could of had.<br />
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Just believe in me. I never break a promise.<br />
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It's hard to wait around for something that may never happen, and it's even harder when you know it's everything that you want...<br />
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Don't you hate it when you're finally over someone, and they walk back into your life, and you find out that you're not over them?<br />
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There are Three Things in this world That I Want more then any. I Told you the First Two.... But I'll never tell you the Third.<br />
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The crack of doom is coming soon. Let it come, It doesn't matter.<br />
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*~{ Xx My time is up. If he wants an upgrade let him get one, and leave me out of it. I'm tired of feeling used, and unwanted so why can't I just say goodbye? oO }~*<br />
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...The lines of Friend and Foe are blurred...<br />
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The Opposite of Love isn't Hate. It's Indifference.<br />
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If You Hate Someone You Have Feelings For Them. Otherwise, You Would Walk Away And Forget They Ever Existed.<br />
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Why Would I Ransom One Man's Life When I Can Take His Knowledge And Destroy The World?<br />
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No one knows what it's like to be the bad man... To be beaten down, over and over again...<br />
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"Philosophy is composed of questions that may never be answered,<br />
Religion is composed of answers that may never be questioned."<br />
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So listen and listen well, for Love's greatest gift is to listen.<br />
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Fear is just another face of Hope<br />
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The Wolf does not falter before the bite, so strike<br />
The Eagle does not pause before the dive, just strike.<br />
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We sing the praises of war<br />
Not for the way it makes people die<br />
But for the way it makes people come alive.