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You're so vain!

You probably think this post is about you, you're so vaaiiinnn....

You probably think this post is about you, don't you, don't you....

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Date: 2008-07-31 09:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callusdew.livejournal.com
Wait...You mean it's NOT about me!? Damn! : )}

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Date: 2008-07-31 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zonereyrie.livejournal.com
I know, people just can't get me off of their mind. I'm like that. ;-)

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Date: 2008-08-01 01:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] scentofkether.livejournal.com
Don't you know you've got a friend?

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Date: 2008-08-01 01:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] scentofkether.livejournal.com
Jesus ate one of my friends!?

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Date: 2008-08-01 01:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lorele.livejournal.com
Raptor Jesus got run over by a reindeer?

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Date: 2008-08-01 01:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daeron.livejournal.com
*makes a list of ALL of the people today you could be talking about. Or not talking about. Or something*

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Date: 2008-08-01 04:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] allyaneedisrick.livejournal.com
I bath in my conceitedness and towel off in the reality of within.
The world is a Sauna, I am the heat.
The universe is a marble, I am the jack.

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Date: 2008-08-01 06:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] allyaneedisrick.livejournal.com
ALL IS VANITY
by: LORD BYRON (My Sweet Lord)

Fame, wisdom, love, and power were mine,
And health and youth possessed me;
My goblets blushed from every vine,
And lovely forms caressed me;
I sunned my heart in beauty’ eyes,
And felt my soul grow tender;
All earth can give, or mortal prize,
Was mine of regal splendour.

I strive to number o’er what days
Remembrance can discover,
Which all that life or earth displays
Would lure me to live over.
There rose no day, there rolled no hour
Of pleasure unembittered;
And not a trapping decked my power
That galled not while it glittered.

The serpent of the field, by art
And spells, is won from harming;
But that which soils around the heart,
Oh! who hath power of charming?
It will not list to wisdom’s lore,
Nor music’s voice can lure it;
But there it stings for evermore
The soul that must endure it.

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