"You thought I was a little girl,you thought I was a little mouse.
You thought you'd take me by surprise. . . now I'm here burning down your house."
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Hera

The queen of the Olympian deities and was worshipped as the goddess of marriage and birth. Hera is the most beautiful of all immortals, even more beautiful than Aphrodite.

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    Why I Went to The Woods
    H.D. Thoreau
    I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and to be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.

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    Friday, December 17, 2004
    to the living dead

    now it seems everything just passes me by in glimpses--that little dot on your tooth that i never fail to notice everytime you smile, or how your eyes disappear into slits whenever you laugh. i remember how my fingers would strain when we hold hands that long. still, i wouldn't let go. there never was a grander feeling. but all those will now be forcefully hidden somewhere in my recollection, only to be evoked in secret smiles when everything else is just silent, or when i slowly drag my mind through the tedium of everyday. i constantly remind myself to forget you even though i know that it's just futile.

    but don't get me wrong. i have accepted long ago that i will always be lonely even when we are together. know that it's unhealthy for me when we just end up staring at each other. perhaps i would have held on if you told me to. but you didn't. so now i will just watch as you write your silly poems for another. and maybe somebody else will be there to make me laugh. it is what it is--a tragic glitch in the universe of things.

    still, i have no regrets. just one final question for you, my dear--did you ever really know who i am?

    Posted at 07:38 pm by heratic

     

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