"Iire I Ringa en' Hesin tulin...lintitinwe fui selma topė aurė...Mi I hayla en' I Anar...Mmė tasar vanta mi sįra mistė...Nan mi olórė...Amin er ten lya essė...Ar mi olórė...Mmė tasar omenta ata...Iire I airė ar oronti lanta...Ar mmė tulin, ana en' aurė...Mi I morna amin ten a yello...Yello nye en...Im tasar tara...Ar ata ata" {When the cold of winter comes...Starless night will cover day...In the veiling of the sun...We will walk in bitter rain...But in dreams...I still hear your name...And in dreams...We will meet again...When the seas and mountains fall...And we come, to end of days...In the dark I hear a call...Calling me there...I will go there...And back again} ...All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter...Not All Who Wander Are Lost...The Old that is Strong Does Not Wither...Deep Roots Are Not Reached By The Frost...From the Ashes A Fire Shall Be Woken...A Light From the Shadows Shall Spring...Renewed Shall Be Blade that Was Broken...The Crownless Again Shall Be King...Seek For The Sword That Was Broken: In Imaldris It Dwells: There Shall Be Counsels Taken...Stronger Than Morgul Spells...There Shall Be Shown A Token....That Doom Is Near At Hand...For Isildur's Bane Shall Be Woken...And The Halfling Forth Shall Stand...

"Seek for the Sword that was broken:
In Imladris it dwells;

There shall be counsels taken
Stronger than Morgul-spells.

There shall be shown a token
That Doom is near at hand,

For Isildur's Bane shall waken,
And the Halfling forth shall stand."

May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home
Morniė utśliė
(Quenya: Darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Morniė alantiė
(Quenya: Darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now


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ŗ I brake!! : Boromir ŗ
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Fucking Hurricane
( 2004-08-20 @ 12:32 a.m. )

Hell.

I can sum this up in three words.

Fuck-Fuck-Fuckity.

I had INTENDED to come on-line on AIM for a bit last week, out of my self imposed exile, hurricane Charlie had OTHER ideas.

Hell is gettign a DIRECT hit from a category 2 hurricane, having to hold your front door closed so it doesnt fly off, nearly getting yourself killed and NOT HAVING POWER for a week.

I lost power last Friday, it just got turned on tonight. Oh yes, no electricity and no air conditoner in FLORIDA in AUGUST.......where the heat index outisde is 100 degrees but in your home, devoid of a.c. it is LITERALLY 105 degrees.

For a week, dammn storm ripped the shed right outt my fucking backyard....fun fun fun. So I havent not WANTED to be here....no electricity=no choice in the matter. Thank hurricane Charley for that.

Now I must sleep and tomorrow and the weekend clean up a week's worth of mess.........fun fun fun.

It was alot more scary than it osunds. Trust me......

I really, REALLY hate my life....fuck I hate my life, at least it's consitent, it gets worse.

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