Monday, March 27, 2006
TGT: The Tear
The Tear
When Friendship or Love
Our sympathies move;
When Truth, in a glance, should appear,
The lips may beguile,
With a dimple or smile,
But the test of affection's a Tear:
Too oft is a smile
But the hypocrite's wile,
To mask detestation, or fear;
Give me the soft sigh,
Whilst the soultelling eye
Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear:
Mild Charity's glow,
To us mortals below,
Shows the soul from barbarity clear;
Compassion will melt,
Where this virtue is felt,
And its dew is diffused in a Tear:
The man, doom'd to sail
With the blast of the gale,
Through billows Atlantic to steer,
As he bends o'er the wave
Which may soon be his grave,
The green sparkles bright with a Tear;
The Soldier braves death
For a fanciful wreath
In Glory's romantic career;
But he raises the foe
When in battle laid low,
And bathes every wound with a Tear.
If, with high-bounding pride,
He return to his bride!
Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear;
All his toils are repaid
When, embracing the maid,
From her eyelid he kisses the Tear.
Sweet scene of my youth!
Seat of Friendship and Truth,
Where Love chas'd each fast-fleeting year
Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd,
For a last look I turn'd,
But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear:
Though my vows I can pour,
To my Mary no more,
My Mary, to Love once so dear,
In the shade of her bow'r,
I remember the hour,
She rewarded those vows with a Tear.
By another possest,
May she live ever blest!
Her name still my heart must revere:
With a sigh I resign,
What I once thought was mine,
And forgive her deceit with a Tear.
Ye friends of my heart,
Ere from you I depart,
This hope to my breast is most near:
If again we shall meet,
In this rural retreat,
May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.
When my soul wings her flight
To the regions of night,
And my corse shall recline on its bier;
As ye pass by the tomb,
Where my ashes consume,
Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear.
--- Lord Byron
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Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Splooged
I just learned a new word: Splooged
How did I learn it you ask?
Well, I thought I would google the first thing that came to my head:
Snot
The second thing that came to my head:
Fetish
And what do I get:
Notice where the word 'Splooge' is on the page?
Yes.
I suffer to learn.
I can't even say, 'I want to throw up' now.
Cause, then I'll think about that site.
It's like a a circle...in the shape of a toilet bowl:/
I don't understand. Why? The humliation is clear to see, but... even if it's like fake body fluids, it still begs the question... why?
There is no how, no where, no when... the only thing that is left is the WHY? Is the taste appealing? The smell? The texture. Is it used to mark one's terroitory? Wouldn't being branded work better? I would rather be branded on my ass with a hot poker than have to...
....Oh! I wonder if there is a animal snot/poo/piss/vomit fetish. I guess the Furries would be into that.
A lot of trips to the dry cleaners though.
ffs.
Damn you Google!
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