::: The Burning Times :::

they said that time was over
they said those days were gone
they said all men were equal
what they said was wrong

we just want to be free
from endless prosecution
but because of our beliefs
we faced execution

they said that we were bad
and played with evil spells
stealing children. killing crop
poisoning the drinkning wells

they accused us of these deeds
told us to repent our mistake
the innocent were proven guilty
and burned upon the stake

now, years later, they all say
the burning times are gone
but we still feel discrimination
and we know we are not wrong

a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead

Well, my theory exam this morning went well. Hopefully will pull up my mark.

Came home, chatted on AIM with Ruby, shared my lunch with the puppet. Good thing neither of us eat meat.
( this mun & puppet moment brought to you by tofu )

Was planning to go out for supper with Lili tonight, but that got changed. We're going for lunch on Monday instead.

I've recently realized that once I quit my job, I'll have 2 whole months of nothing to do. I must find uses for this time. *nods*
( *lists uses* )

I'm still so afraid on my own

Made myself a prose and poetry journal.

Currently working on copying all my poetry off my computer onto it. Yeah. There's a lot. Might decide to spread it out a bit.

Only people listed as friends to that journal can comment on it, so bug me if you would like to.

Just as a warning, a lot of it was written during my depressive/suicidal span (ages 13 through 18) so it gets a little dark at times.
(For those who really want to know I'm currently in what I call my 'bipolar/memory repressing' span.)