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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!


Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com

I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.


Sunday, February 19
Jarhead is, as its title suggests, empty. A rather 'behind-the-scenes' look at the life of an army boy [yes, generalising here, but hell it's all alike I swear] - not like we never knew what went on behind those barbed wires. Filmography is wonderful. It makes me want to enlist. This is what the local army should screen as propaganda, not whatthefuck kungfu movies. Male domination makes it interesting.

I watched Saving Private Ryan again, and it sings of war weariness. Supersize Me started off with me lusting for Macs fries, and then feeling disgusted and mildly horrified. Fat clogging my arteries and engulfing my lil timer.


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