Translation of Catullus 85****Only a Translation. I wish I were this awesome********Translation of Catullus 85
I hate and yet I love. You may ask, how this can be so? I do not know. But I feel and I suffer.
1“She was special.” The voice took me by surprise. The funeral was hours ago, and although our friends stayed behind to comfort me, one by one, each of them checked their watches with greater frequency, made their apologies and scurried off back to their respective rat races. I had stayed there, impervious to the shouts of the gravediggers, whose patience had run out, covering her before me, the bits of earth spattering my best suit.1
“I-I’m sorry, mister, I’ll be going soon.” “No rush Fred.” Although I didn’t recognize the fellow, I’ve never been one for faces, an
Another oldie, but still true"I...guess i'll see you next year." dry mouth, scared to death. a screenname, a screenname, just a simple question. "bye" We wrapped our arms around each other in a last embrace. All too soon it was over, and the warmth of his arms just a memory in the chilling clime. Not looking back, vocal chords tight with words i should have said, i ran home. “how were finals, sweetie?” “fine mom” slamming the door i flung myself on my bed. hearing the creaking of the bed springs under the wild flittering of my heart, resigning myself to another summer of schoolgirl dreams. after all, three monAnother oldie, but still true
Eeek, i wrote this a while agoThe gray concert hall surrounded Cecilia, as she looked about curiously. There was a purple spotlight shining down upon her, why she did not know, but as she looked out into the house, it was apparent that she was the only one there. The ornate silver of the balcony seats curled into the story of Little Red Riding Hood. The blue velvet curtains to the stage were pulled aside, and Cecilia was seated at a piano bench in front of a grand piano. Her fingers timidly touched the keys, and she drew back in amazement at the beautiful sound that echoed throughout the distant hall.Eeek, i wrote this a while ago
“I don’t know how to play piano…” she though
Devious Journal Entry
Peaceful
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"Dont be hasty, now. I intend to obliterate every last trace of mankind eventually... So why must you rush the inevitable." Legato Bluesummers, trigun
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"Dont be hasty, now. I intend to obliterate every last trace of mankind eventually... So why must you rush the inevitable." Legato Bluesummers, trigun
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"Dont be hasty, now. I intend to obliterate every last trace of mankind eventually... So why must you rush the inevitable." Legato Bluesummers, trigun
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