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[25 Mar 2008|11:00pm] |
I'm in love! I'm in love! I'M IN LOOOOOVE
I am the luckiest bloke in the whole wide world!
And there will never be a soul happier than mine.
For this occasion I bring out the Neruda.
Ahem:
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain fragrance,
risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where "I" does not exist, nor "you,"
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.
-Pablo Neruda
Dedicated to the most amazing witch herself: Miss Luna Lovegood.
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[13 Mar 2008|10:09pm] |
It appears that a certain strain of the Avian Flu has hit Crybaby, my Augrey, upside the head and now he keeps wailing on and on about nothing because of a little cold. I've already diluted a bit of a pepper-up potion for birds in his water and now he's just wailing and steaming out of his beak. He's insane, and he'll be fine.
Needless to say he's upset Washington so much that Wash now feels the need to beg me to take him with me to work. Poor thing, him and Dedalus are giving Crybaby the cold shoulder and I've had to put a silencing charm on Crybaby for the sake of the dogs. The cats look ready to kill him and I think the kneazles have been planning something to put him out of his misery but May keeps growling at them anytime they try to mess with Crybaby.
The rabbits do nothing of interest except escape and drive the cats mad when they can't catch them because May keeps them safe like they were her own puppies and not bunnies.
I feel like a dad, with about twenty children running mad around my home.
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