[s]Goal: 100,000 New Goal: 200,000[/s] New Goal: 250.000

[Smiley73]

Cake no look like cake should?

 

Add nutella.

 

Still no look good?

 

You didn't add enough.

[Smiley73]

nightnight all 

[Crimson_Ayla]

Nighty night :)

[Nyanna al'Meara]

night!

[Crimson_Ayla]

*omnoms bowl of peases* :)

[Nyanna al'Meara]

*squeaks like a mouse and runs around cackling*

[Nyanna al'Meara]

^^

 

 

peas?? o.O

[Nyanna al'Meara]

Christmassy card from le Napier uni :P

[ruairidh7]

banana

[Nyanna al'Meara]

*adds likkle lines to letters of teh curvel yellou froot*

 

bahaha

[Crimson_Ayla]

^^

 

 

peas?? o.O

I like peas :)

[Crimson_Ayla]

I eat my peas with honey

I've done it all my life

It makes the peas taste funny

But it keeps them on the knife

[Crimson_Ayla]

On either side the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye,

That clothe the wold and meet the sky;

And through the field the road runs by

           To many-towered Camelot;

And up and down the people go,

Gazing where the lilies blow

Round an island there below,

            The island of Shalott.

[Crimson_Ayla]

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,

Little breezes dusk and shiver

Through the wave that runs for ever

By the island in the river

            Flowing down to Camelot.

Four gray walls, and four gray towers,

Overlook a space of flowers,

And the silent isle imbowers

            The Lady of Shalott.

[Crimson_Ayla]

By the margin, willow veiled

Slide the heavy barges trailed

By slow horses; and unhailed

The shallop flitteth silken-sailed

Skimming down to Camelot:

            But who hath seen her wave her hand?

Or at the casement seen her stand?             

Or is she known in all the land,

            The Lady of Shalott?

[Crimson_Ayla]

Only reapers, reaping early

In among the bearded barley,

Hear a song that echoes cheerly

From the river winding clearly,

            Down to towered Camelot:

And by the moon the reaper weary,

Piling sheaves in uplands airy,

Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy

            Lady of Shalott."

[Crimson_Ayla]

There she weaves by night and day

A magic web with colours gay.

She has heard a whisper say,

A curse is on her if she stay

            To look down to Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be,

And so she weaveth steadily,

And little other care hath she,

            The Lady of Shalott.

[Crimson_Ayla]

And moving through a mirror clear

That hangs before her all the year,

Shadows of the world appear.

There she sees the highway near

            Winding down to Camelot:  50

There the river eddy whirls,

And there the curly village-churls,

And the red cloaks of market girls,

            Pass onward from Shalott.

[Crimson_Ayla]

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,

An abbot on an ambling pad,

Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,

Or long-haired page in crimson clad,

            Goes by to towered Camelot;

And sometimes through the mirror blue

The knights come riding two and two:

She hath no loyal knight and true,

            The Lady of Shalott.

[Crimson_Ayla]

But in her web she still delights

To weave the mirror's magic sights,

For often through the silent nights

A funeral, with plumes and lights

            And music, went to Camelot:

Or when the moon was overhead,

Came two young lovers lately wed;

"I am half sick of shadows," said

            The Lady of Shalott.

[Crimson_Ayla]

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,

He rode between the barley-sheaves,

The sun came dazzling through the leaves,

And flamed upon the brazen greaves

Of bold Sir Lancelot.

A red-cross knight for ever kneeled

To a lady in his shield,

That sparkled on the yellow field,

Beside remote Shalott.

Edited December 18, 2012 by Crimson_Ayla

[Crimson_Ayla]

The gemmy bridle glittered free,

Like to some branch of stars we see

Hung in the golden Galaxy.

The bridle bells rang merrily

            As he rode down to Camelot:

And from his blazoned baldric slung

A mighty silver bugle hung,

And as he rode his armour rung,

            Beside remote Shalott.

[Crimson_Ayla]

All in the blue unclouded weather

Thick-jewelled shone the saddle-leather,

The helmet and the helmet-feather

Burned like one burning flame together,

            As he rode down to Camelot.

As often through the purple night,

Below the starry clusters bright,

Some bearded meteor, trailing light,

            Moves over still Shalott.

[Crimson_Ayla]

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;

On burnished hooves his war-horse trode;

From underneath his helmet flowed

His coal-black curls as on he rode,

As he rode down to Camelot.

From the bank and from the river

He flashed into the crystal mirror,

"Tirra lira," by the river

Sang Sir Lancelot.

Edited December 18, 2012 by Crimson_Ayla

[Crimson_Ayla]

She left the web, she left the loom,

She made three paces through the room,

She saw the water-lily bloom,

She saw the helmet and the plume,

            She looked down to Camelot.

Out flew the web and floated wide;

The mirror cracked from side to side;

"The curse is come upon me," cried

            The Lady of Shalott.