what you see
is not what you get.
friends. only.
"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
"I don't much care where." said Alice.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go." said the Cat.
Some have been curious on how and where, I got my LJ username. The gist of it is, I broke up with someone, and the left this sonnet on my windshield with a rather sad note. I could never remember before where I had heard "afflicted" and "muse" together before. Now you know the rest of the story.
Why should I sing in verse, why should I frame
These sad neglected notes for her dear sake?
Why should I offer up unto her name
The sweetest sacrifice my youth can make?
Why should I strive to make her live forever,
That never deigns to give me joy to live?
Why should m'afflicted muse so much endeavor
Such honor unto cruelty to give?
If her defects have purchased her this fame,
What should her virtues do, her smiles, her love?
If this her worst, how should her best inflame?
What passions would her milder favors move?
Favors, I think, would sense quite overcome,
And that makes happy lovers ever dumb.
Samuel Daniel
friends. only.
"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
"I don't much care where." said Alice.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go." said the Cat.
Some have been curious on how and where, I got my LJ username. The gist of it is, I broke up with someone, and the left this sonnet on my windshield with a rather sad note. I could never remember before where I had heard "afflicted" and "muse" together before. Now you know the rest of the story.
Why should I sing in verse, why should I frame
These sad neglected notes for her dear sake?
Why should I offer up unto her name
The sweetest sacrifice my youth can make?
Why should I strive to make her live forever,
That never deigns to give me joy to live?
Why should m'afflicted muse so much endeavor
Such honor unto cruelty to give?
If her defects have purchased her this fame,
What should her virtues do, her smiles, her love?
If this her worst, how should her best inflame?
What passions would her milder favors move?
Favors, I think, would sense quite overcome,
And that makes happy lovers ever dumb.
Samuel Daniel