Why are my fingers cold
When they trace the back
Of your neck and up under
Your hair? It is smooth and pitch
And I wish it were my own
To push behind my ears
Before falling over your eyes.
Willing, asking it to stay.
Where it stayed...
Your shoulder now holds the ends
Fresh from washing, shiny and wet.
I rest my palm there then drift
Down your arm to your elbow,
And pull you into me. To find a way
To warm my hands that you find
Already warm and willing to stay.
Moonlit Night
Tu Fu
Translated by David Hinton
Tonight at Fu-chou, this moon she watches
Alone in our room. And my little, far off
Children, too young to understand what keeps me
Away, or even remember Ch'ang-an. By now,
Her hair will be mist scented, her jade-white
Arms chilled in its clear light. When
Will it find us together again, drapes drawn
Open, light traced where it dries our tears?
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No Contest
even if no one gets me, if i'm the only one laughing at my jokes, i won't hide myself away from life. it's uncertain and it's dirty and it's fucking exciting, and i want to be a part of all of it.
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
heart full
Today on my way home from class, I stopped off at the petrol station for some petrol. I paid on my card which wasn’t a lot, and then as I was getting into my car, I saw an old man walking past the building. He had a red and green stripy jumper which was frayed at the ends. He was also wearing some jeans that were dirty and had holes all over.
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
It helped.
Jennicula,
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
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something
Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life. Hold your head up high and be proud of who you are. If you've had a shitty day and you feel like people just don't want you to be happy, and when you find yourself struggling to make it through the day, just keep on believing and keep the faith. Also, from personal experience, don't push people away. When they say they want to help and that they are there for you, let them in. Believe me, I know how fucking scary that thought is, but don't shut others out.
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
Retro-spectacled
Sometimes, when you look back on stuff in your life, you know, the crap that makes you shake your head and say, "Holy shit, what the Hell was I thinking?" it's part of what makes you - you.
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
aloft
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
Electric Blue
…today I saw a ulysses butterfly it was in our yard and settled to feed on our hibiscus. They really are fantastically beautiful things, the electric blue is amazing, however as they sit with their wings closed they are rather nondescript and dull. Sometimes people are like that, from the outside they seem unappealing but within there hides an amazing beauty for those lucky enough to see it. I hope you appreciate beauty in all things, and look for it perhaps where others miss it.
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
I read your post again and suddenly without warning memories of construction paper filled my head. I remembered all the lop-sided flowers my girls made when they were young. Bright blue, yellow and pink flowers that were cut out with blunt end scissors would fill the windows to decorate for Easter. An occasional bunny was attempted but those usually ended up looking like creatures from a horror movie. Flowers were so much easier. I can close my eyes and hear the paper being cut into petals. I can smell the Elmer’s glue squirted on in huge blobs to attach each misshapen petal to form the flowers. We had a huge arts and crafts box full of wonderful items just waiting for their imaginations to turn into something wonderful. In my mind I see my daughters, as they once were, small, blond little girls sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of paper and other art supplies. They would create their masterpieces then proudly show each other. Oh and Lord the messes that would ensue if the glitter made an appearance. Now, the box is forgotten. I’m not really sure where it even is anymore. The few flowers so lovingly created that survived are faded and dusty and high on a shelf they sit. Time marches on, so many things get left behind.
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
From the corner.
I wonder if you noticed
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
Thank You. Truly.
"This little world has grown around us, out of nothing, and it is a remarkable thing. Even the dark and dirty parts, the violent parts. Humanity will not thrive without passion."
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Uncondensed
Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Character Advocacy.
"Don't ever pretend to be something you're not. You are who you are, and no one can change that. The people who don't like the real you are just gonna have to suck it. Don't take shit from anyone. Don't crumble. Throw a few birds, and walk on.
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
Art by: Toujours
“I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory.”
Jean-Dominique Bauby
Jean-Dominique Bauby
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«Oldest ‹Older 601 – 800 of 4732 Newer› Newest»I love to rise at the asscrack of dawn, Jules.*
*not really
Well sometimes really.
It's so not right that it's wrong.
I hate it with every corner of my soul.
WAAAHHH
Muse makes everything all better, Jules.
Have some.
I think I will. ^_^
Well, I'm off now. Have a good day, Solly! :)
You too, Jules!
Sunsets FTW! ^_^
Have a good one everybody!
Hi mayo, how are you?
Hi ss, how are you?
Hi guys, how are you?
All good I hope.
MJ, I hope you had a great birthday. You too BH13 and CTV.
SC, it was great to see you around this way again.
Miranth, I hope your car gets better.
K, good luck with all the birthday shopping.
Elena, thanks for the book sweetie. You are fantastic.
PP, LOL my shiney ears blew them away.
Congrats on the job TJ.
Wendy, are all you family so stunning (I sneaked a peak at your neice's picture).
Good luck with the exam scores BC.
I'm catching up on rest cos I'm knackered, see you all tomorrow.
"I love to rise at the asscrack of dawn"
WTF?! Love to?
I just don't get you morning people.
:)
I don't get it either, Bunnicula. Not at all!
Well, I am home now, and that last test was ridiculously hard. There were some questions where I didn't even know WTF she was asking.
However, we did finally get our last two tests back and I did not fail them, as I thought I had. Instead I got a 92 and an 84. I'm not wild about 84 but it's passing so I can't complain!
And the mid term is next Wednesday. O_o She promised us today that she designed the midterm to confuse is with similar questions that have similar answers, where one is only right because of some specific and obscure reason. The other half of the midterm is practical, hands-on. That's finding random points on random meridians that she tells us to--ten each--all within fifteen minutes.
WTF? WTF?! WTMFF!
Anonymous Anonymous said...
Wow. At one time I did think he was a good guy. That seems so long ago.
February 16, 2009 2:36 PM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
I still don't know why he didn't become an actor?
I think he would be a good actor. He could play a good guy and then suddenly turn into a real asshole. Oh wait, he doesn't have to act. He could just be himself.
February 16, 2009 2:55 PM
Anonymous said...
Well seeing as he seems to be acting in his everyday life to try and impress the Misses, I can't see why he doesn't think he's be a good one. sure, people like us can see right through him, but he's so up himself, it's surprising to hear him admit he might not be good at something.
February 16, 2009 5:38 PM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYmQ_hkmRWU&feature=related
This was linked to the side of that video, I hadn't seen this interview before. It was done only a week before he married Lynz and he says how he's not engaged at the moment but he has a great girlfriend (barfs). It must have really been a spur of the moment thing marrying Lynz if a week before he says he's not engaged. He also goes on about how its ok if people don't like them because the band is so unapologetic etc and all that crap. I've come to the conclusion that a lot of people don't like MCR because of what a douche Gerard is, although in Gerard's mind it's because they're not 'cool enough' - he really needs to get over that. No Gerard, it has nothing to do with that, it's your arrogance, your constant lying, your association with MSI.
February 17, 2009 7:04 AM
Taken from Kerrang! (duh)
"As creator of The Umbrella Academy, Way has also hinted that directing is something he’d like to turn his hand to in the future.“When I was talking to [video director] Mark Webb about the Ghost Of You video I was talking about the idea and I broke it down into shots and he’d said ‘You should really consider making your own videos eventually’. And I think that making videos would be fun and easy, but I’d definitely be interested in directing features. After this record cycle I’d be really interested in trying something like that.”"
Fun and easy? I don't think so. People go to college to get degrees in directing and film making and then they have to spend years working their way up until they can direct a feature. Also, what ever happened to his Mama video that he was directing - oh wait, that never happened. And if the TUA movie really was being fast tracked into production why is there still no director or screen writer attached, they should have announced it by now.
February 17, 2009 8:20 AM
Blogger Kapunua said...
I agree on "making videos is fun and easy." What a douchey thing to say! Way to bring down everyone who makes music videos for a living, who struggled to learn the artistry, who went to school for years just to be able to "make your vision," Gerard.
God, his arrogance.
February 17, 2009 8:23 AM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
. Thank you MCR, but no thank you. With the economy the way it is, i will spend my momey on more important things. Like ....toliet paper.
February 17, 2009 1:15 PM
Anonymous safe said...
Shit! I forgot. Who's going to join me in Dubtown and tallicdude watching? You know they're gonna pop up.
February 17, 2009 1:15 PM
Anonymous said...
I don't understand. Gerard goes on and on about keeping his music and the comic separate and yet he's always doing interviews in music magasines like kerrang etc about TUA.
February 18, 2009 6:22 AM
Blogger Siobhan said...
I think they must really love Gerard. I'm asking myself how they all manage to deal with him?
Also, when he said that not wearing makeup and uniforms anymore will be "very exciting for me", you can really see that it's all about him. The others are mere decoration. It's been the 'Gerard Show' all the way.
February 18, 2009 10:03 AM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
when he said that not wearing makeup and uniforms anymore will be "very exciting for me", you can really see that it's all about him.
Or all about the wifey's band, since they thought he looked like a fat Panda during the Black Parade era.
February 18, 2009 10:05 AM
Anonymous said...
In the new Big Cheese mag, there is a picture of Lynz on the front, but an interview with JU on the inside, that must be a low blow for him.
February 18, 2009 10:59 AM
Anonymous Anonymous said...
I get the feeling that Gerard doesn't like TBP anymore, probably because Lindsey didn't care for it.
Lindsey and Msi make fun of bands that "have a message" What do you want to bet that this album has a lot of "faggots" "bitches" and "hoes" on it. Sorry Bob, i wouldn't want to leave out your favorite "cunt"
February 18, 2009 12:53 PM
and because its so true I'm glad somebody said this.....!!
LynZ said
"I think the people writing these questions either a) can't play an instrument or b)could never be in a band. These people are sitting at home, probably eating crisps, commenting on all the things that I'm doing. If they hate me so bad that it inspires them to say, 'Fuck her, I can do it better', then my job is done."
First of all that is typical adolescent logic. If people don't like you they must be bored lazy fat and useless.
Second. And most important. Every single day that I wake up, and don't pretend to play bass in a band that spouts hate speech toward minorities gays and women, every single day I don't go on stage and flaunt my underwear for attention, every single day that I don't marry a rich famous guy and ride his coat tails into the spotlight...
I have already "done it better" than Lyn Z.
good morning!!
it's a bright sunny thursday!!
wonder if it'll be raining in a few hours :/
Juicy red apple with worms, Dude.
Can't get that outta my head.
So, I rocked all the way home. Do you like to sing and drive, Mayo? I do the whole show from the driver's seat. It's fantastic!
Hope Wednesday was all that, a bag of chips, some bean dip, an orange crush, some now n laters, some fun dip, jolly ranchers, a moon pie, and a blow pop for ya!
sdock I am a professional in car performer! lol
I love it, hand moves ad all (atthe lights) better than driving along looking grumpy or bored
TJ update:
Heading back from today's job site, dirty & tired & a quik stop cappuccino in my hand. A fun day with a bawdy group of workers. *heh*
about 1 hour ago
Too right, Ergo. I look at all the other drivers like, "wow, sucks to be you, right! I mean you could be a fabulous performer like me!"
LHM is about 5 inches away from pressing the start button the whoop ass machine!*
I swear!
*credit to Friday the 13th
^on the
I have been very retro in my car music lately. It's much more fun than just driving
My best performance I think over the weekend was to "Rock the boat (don't rock the boat baby) rock the boat (don't tip the boat over)" by the Hues Corporation all I needed was a disco ball!
How awesome, Ergo!
I do the most kickass version of Taylor Swift's Lovestory and the other night it was a Dixie Chicks concert all the way home.
This morning it was Reggie followed by some Muse.
Muse is always good, I especially enjoy Plug in Baby
are you enjoying Showbiz? I think it'd be my second fave album. Sunburn, Muscle Museum, Filip, Sober, Unintended.etc...great songs
this is Glorious
it's my current play over and over song
I liked that a lot, Ergo. Thanks!
Right now my fave song on Showbiz is Muscle Museum followed by Falling Down.
Hi ergo and Solly,
I can't stay.
Migraines. My fever broke several times. The highest was 102. Now I am left with a sore head and dizziness.
MissT - I haven't bothered about the car as I was too sick, but thank you. I hope it feels better, too. :)
MJ - Sorry I missed your birthday! I hope you had a great day! And many more happy ones to come *hugs*
SC - Good to see you around! I hope you visit again soon :)
PS - I left a message at Cupcake's. I hope she responds soon.
Much love and luck to you all.
oh yes, I saw you put up the lyrics yesterday
Falling Down is lovely too
I just wish their concert went 3 hours longer and they played everything!
A good thing to get is Hullabaloo the DVD set, it has all this it was recorded live in Paris, and is great it's a whole lot of songs they don't play and there is a CD set with the b-sides from Showbiz and Origins
oh miranth you poor thing! Sending you lots of get well wishes, hope it all eases for you soon
*hug*
♥
get well soon miranth.
Feel better, Miranth.
Ergo, LHM hijacked my computer and made me watch Fred videos on youtube.
I so need to get that DVD and what's the other one, Harp or something?
it is sdock HAARP it's the concert at Wembly
very similar to the set I saw, so - fantastic!!!!
you know they played a 23 song set in Japan! Oh I am totally jealous
(I'm just looking at Musewiki
Hi LHM *waves*
New Mayo, ergo!
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
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Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
Take a moment to consider folklore. Cupid was essentially a streaker man-child who used poisoned arrows to create "Eros". Nowadays, we would call him a frat boy and arrest him for slipping girls roofies.
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