redpill put me onto this so I did it....Now that wasn't any too clever
Now I rather think that may have been me twenty years ago, but.... here in my dotage it's rather too much to live up to. Oh well, I can always bask in the pleasant memories of dirty deeds done well in my youth.
You seriously need to get off your dotage ass. It is my understanding and experience that scorpios are fiercely sexually animal and intense until the end.
You're probably right there. But it's winter, and tomorrow I'm a year older: and though probably immortal (not proven otherwise as yet) I allow myself a mote of sadness and acceptance of age with each grey hair on my head....and they're just past double figures now.
I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Sometimes you're almost as bad as e. Which is good for the soul, even at my advanced and creaking state.
Tomorrow, I may make a very different decision about life, thanks to the kindly intervention of others. Perhaps I am too young for the enthusiastic welcoming of approaching senescence.
I shall Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.
My thanks to you all.
Nevertheless, for the rest of today, I shall feel my onrushing tide of weariness: to be born anew of the light.....tomorrow.
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Date: 2007-11-20 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-20 09:56 am (UTC)I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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Date: 2007-11-20 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-20 08:48 pm (UTC)Tomorrow, I may make a very different decision about life, thanks to the kindly intervention of others. Perhaps I am too young for the enthusiastic welcoming of approaching senescence.
I shall Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.
My thanks to you all.
Nevertheless, for the rest of today, I shall feel my onrushing tide of weariness: to be born anew of the light.....tomorrow.
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Date: 2007-11-20 06:59 am (UTC)*mwahahaha*
From the energy in what you write, it's all still in you. You sound like you're just on vacation.... ;)
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Date: 2007-11-20 10:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-21 08:50 am (UTC)Remember - fill the boat up before you push it out.
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Date: 2007-11-21 11:28 am (UTC)