...of all our memories which live immortal...
a line from my latest poem, the unfounded fear of plagarism and other forms of piracy most despicable prevents me from posting it. Perhaps one day...
I'm getting a Wii. My dad has graciously offered to buy the system, and allow me to buy it back from him when my funds allow. Works for me. I got three promotional boxes from work; two of them I gave to Matthew, and one I kept for myself :P.
Matthew was lucky that two of the boxes were Twilight Princess ones, or he'd have been outta luck.
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Back:
"Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'"