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And Now For Something Completely Different...
Created on 2008-06-01 19:29:01 (#15754654), last updated 2009-10-22
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Basic Info| Name: | barbie_speidel |
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BioOk, here is the low down:
Name: Barbara
Where I live: Boston Area
What I love: music, youtube, slash, movies that make you think (and laugh), british sci fi (namely doctor who, torchwood, that kinda shit), and poetry
What I hate: taking bloody classes during the summer, waking up early
*?___?*
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
"Stop All The Clocks" by W.H. Auden
Name: Barbara
Where I live: Boston Area
What I love: music, youtube, slash, movies that make you think (and laugh), british sci fi (namely doctor who, torchwood, that kinda shit), and poetry
What I hate: taking bloody classes during the summer, waking up early
*?___?*
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
"Stop All The Clocks" by W.H. Auden
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