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HOMEHOMEHOME
Home is the safest place in the world-it is warmth, kindness, love, and peace. At the same time, home is the most dangerous place in the world-it is coldness, cruelty, hatred, and strife. Home is where someone will encourage you, joy with you, pray with you. Home is where someone will discourage you, sneer at you, curse at you. When you are home, you can do whatever you want-sing out loud, dance in the kitchen, eat anything from the fridge, say what you feel. When you are home you have to be careful-be quiet, walk quickly, not touch that food in the fridge, keep your thoughts to yourself. You want all your friends to come to


CAIROCAIROCAIRO
Cairo IS Egypt. Cairo is where the sand swirls through the air, where everyone is swathed in layers upon layers of cloth to protect themselves from the heat. In Cairo the mummies walk, their rotting stench coming before them, their filthy bandages trailing behind them. In Cairo the pharaohs walk, stroking their long beards, applying kohl to their eyes, overseeing the construction of the pyramids through golden masks. In Cairo the curious come, over-eager and paying for their foolishness whenever they release an ancient curse. The Sphinx watches the sun set over the Nile and declares, "It is all very good."


Sept. 1541 - Thomas CulpeperSeptember 1541 York, EnglandSept. 1541 - Thomas Culpeper
It all could only end badly, I told myself, as I crossed the garden, fingering the cursed letter tucked into the purse at my belt. I had seen it happen before. Privileged gentlemen making asses of themselves to curry favor, getting over-confident in their high place, and then it is all over, and they are lying with their head on the blockor worse yet, bearing the most disturbingly fitting punishment of watching their own genitalia be set aflame. Not that I would ever let it go that far. I would run away to someplace like the Americas before I would let i


Il Cicisbeo...IL CICISBEO TO HIS OWN DARK LADYIl Cicisbeo...
Shall I compare you to a summer day? Hot and heavy, my love We go slow, but we burn. We go steady, but its so heavy And I cant bear it. I hold you up before me, You spin away from me. Shall I compose you a sonnet of love? Sweets to the sweet, then If I sit and compose Will our love not decompose? Like a dog to its vomit So to dust and sin we return From our worthlessness we cannot turn. Shall I compliment you, my dear? Waxing poetic on your eyes Or your ears, or skin,
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You'll never understand why I etched your name in the sand.
Anyway, I'll be adding stuff soon, as soon as I find a good time to avoid homework.
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Please join my doujinshi club!
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Looking forward to seeing your work!
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Sincerely, Blythe.
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