Lucius

hæ, ...það væri gaman að hitta mismunandi konur. Ég nenni ekki að fara i bæinn i bili og hitta folk þar, þess vegna er ég að reyna þetta hér :-)

Ef þið eru með ahuga að spjalla eða eitthvað, þá endilega sendið mér skilaboð.

p.s ég er dálitið feiminn, enn reyni þó ekki að vera svo..
Eitthvað sem bæta við: ég kann að elda, ég er í skóla og vinna. Áhugamál eru fyrst og fremst tónlist, að skrifa skald sögur, að ljóðast, kvimyndir, íþrott, spila á hjlóðfæri og svo fleira...



;-P

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

-William Blake




I said it once
I'll say it again
Over and over
Don't care if it's the same

I can't get rid of you
I don't want to
Your stuck in my head
I'll love you 'till I'm dead

Light summer wind
love blossoms so beautifully
At night

In a field of weeds
You are the only flower
You are, who I need
You are, my pain, my pleasure, my power

My love, my pain
Your name, seared into my brain
If I had nothing but your love
That would be more than enough

To live
Enough to be alive
Motivation to survive
You are, my life

-Lucius

If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite

-William Blake