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Warped Part 2/?   
09:55pm 19/06/2006
  Law and Order SVU

Warped

Part 1 of ?

Olivia Benson returned to the office a little before lunchtime and with a pounding headache. She opened her locker and took out a bottle of Tylenol and poured several into her hand, shoved the half empty bottle back inside her purse and slammed the locker door.

"Doesn't anyone believe in peace and quiet around here?" Fin snarled around a mouthful of falafel. "Where's your other half?"

"He wanted to check out the bartender and one of the friends."

"So how'd it go with the vic?" Fin asked.

"She had a pretty good memory for someone who was drugged."

"Allegedly drugged."

"Yeah well, we're waiting for the results of the rape kit and fingerprints. There is something that just doesn't click with me and I don't know what. Hopefully Elliot will come up with something. How's the door to door going?"

Munch chimed in. "Ha! We got two neighbors who didn't even know her name until today and a woman who claimed to have had a two year affair with her husband if that tells you anything."

Olivia rolled her eyes and dry swallowed the pills.

"Tell me something good." Cragen demanded, stepping out of his office. He pushed Fin's feet off his desk. "This isn't your mother's house. Have some manners."

"Nothing yet Captain." Munch replied.

Cragen looked to Olivia with hopeful eyes. She shook her head.

"C'mon! What the hell are you guys doing? Standing around with your thumbs up your asses?"

Munch winked at Fin over the top of his glasses. "The most fun I've had all day!"

Olivia picked up her phone and dialed Elliot's cell phone. He answered after the third ring.

"Stabler."

"Anything yet?"

"Yeah."

"Well?"

"Meet at the Silver Dollar Bar at the corner of 8th and 23rd in fifteen minutes."

Olivia hung up the phone and headed to the door.

"What's up?" Munch called after her.

"You'll know when I know." She called back over her shoulder.



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12:18pm
Silver Dollar Bar
8th and 23rd


The Silver Dollar Bar was a trendy club with a hole-in-the-wall name, the kind of place Olivia might haunt if she had the urge to throw back a couple.

She was only five minute late, but she knew how Elliot was about being on time. She scanned the room and didn't see him.

It was noon and so many people drinking their lunch. Where the hell was Elliot? She dialed his number again.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three.

"The cellular customer you are trying to reach is not available..."

"Damit Stabler!" Olivia slammed her cell phone on the bar.

"Get you something?" A chesty woman behind the bar asked.

"No. Thanks." Olivia said without a backwards glance. If Elliot had already questioned her, she didn't want to interfere.



Olivia's cell phone rang.

Cragen began to speak before Olivia could say anything. "Olivia! I need you back at the office ASAP!"

"Ummm ok. What's going on?''

"Your test results...that's what's going on. Get here now."



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1:00

Twenty minutes after she hung up the phone with Cragen, Olivia was walking in the office door.

"Where's Cragen?"

"Looks like we're in for a long day." Munch replied. "But since you asked...he's in his office."

Olivia didn't even knock. "You wanted to see me, Captain?"

"Yeah. We have a problem."

"What kind of a problem?"

"The test results proved that Elizabeth Scarborough was raped...or at least had sex and the fingerprints are a perfect match with those from John Bishop."

"Great, we have our perp!"

"Not exactly. The blood DNA on the towels, tire tool and Ms. Scarborough's clothes...belong to someone else.
 
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Warped Part 1/?   
05:07pm 19/06/2006
  Law and Order SVU

Warped
Part 1 of?

Synopsis:
Rating: R

Warnings: Sexual references, violence and possible death. Some racial and /or religious slurs might be used for reality purposes only. Please do not be offended by these. These stories have no bearing on the author's racial, political or religious beliefs or feelings and should not be taken seriously. If you are easily offended by vulgarity, racial tension, religious references, political issues, rape, violence, murder, crime, sexual assault, battery, or related subject matter, please refrain from reading the following story.

The author of this story claims no rights to Law and Order or any of its affiliates. The author also claims no affiliation with any character actor, director, writer, producer or any other person involved with Law and Order. This story is strictly meant for entertaiment purposes. The author shall not be responsible for any misconstrued ideas resulting from reading this story.
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Warped
Part 1of?

John Munch leaned against his desk reading the New York Times, occassionally he smirked and commented under his breath about some unexplained article and his partner Odefin 'Fin' Tutuola glared at him from across the office.

"Has it occured to you that your not the only one here?" Fin asked snidely as he fingered through the pages of a cold case tossed on his desk just moments earlier.

"Hangover?" Munch replied, not looking up from his paper.

"What the hell is this?" Fin pointed the file at Munch who shrugged and took a sip of his white tea.

"Looks like unfinished work to me." he grumbled as he circled his desk and sat down. "I finish all mine, so I wouldn't know."

Fin eyed him briefly, but before he could respond Donald Cragen stepped into the office and slammed a copy of the same file on his own desk.
"Ok, listen up!" He reported, retrieving the attention of everyone in the room. "On your desk is a cold case file. To some of you it might look familiar. The perp's name is John Bishop. He was accussed of drugging his ex-wife's sister, sexually molesting her and beating her to death with a tire iron. Unfortunately the bastard escaped from custody before he could stand trial and has been on the lam every since. Until now.
We just got a call from a local residence where a woman claims she was raped and beaten. When we questioned her about who did it, she could not remember...said she met a couple of friends for drinks, the friends left early...she stayed...she was approached later by a man, she thinks his name was John. She said he asked her to dance then bought her a drink. After that she vaguely recalls him driving her home...she was sick and vomiting and she blacked out. When she awoke, she was on the bathroom floor...naked...and there was blood everywhere. Her blood. She called 911 immediately and gave them the story. "

Elliot Stabler had walked in just moments earlier and had caught the report. "So how do we believe it's our same bang and beat guy?"

"The woman claims her door was left standing open by the perp and when she was able to dress herself, she went out to close the door, but before she could close it, she noticed something on the ground by the bushes outside. A bloody tire iron."

"Sounds like the same m.o. to me," Fin said. "She take the weapon inside?"

"No, she left it alone. Said she was affraid to go out."

"Good." Stabler responded. "Maybe we can pull some prints to compare with b&b #1...if b&b #2's are the same we will have no problem bringing him in for the first crime, even before we can charge him with the second."

"Good...Stabler, I want you and Benson on the case. Talk to the vic, see what you can get out of her, check out the bar where she met this guy. Grill the friends for any info they might have. Fin, Munch..."

"I know," Munch said, finishing his tea. "Door to door."

"You know the drill." Cragen nodded. "Let's put this asshole away!"


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9:43 am
Home of Elizabeth Scarborough


Olivia Benson's heeled boots clomped across the pavement as she crossed the sidewalk and up through the well kept yard of Elizabeth Scarborough, the 31 year old wife of a Navy fighter pilot.
The house was grey brick with maroon trim around the doors and shutters. Your typical ranch-style abode with post modern trim and custom windows. From the outside, it could have been the home of any upper middle class suburban family, but inside, it was the scene of a heinous crime.
When Stabler walked up the path behind her, Olivia eyed him and he nodded. She knocked on the door.

The sound of a deadbolt turning could be heard on the opposite side of the heavy wooden door and through the stained glass that centered it, a woman's shadowed figure was seen. But she was not unlocking the door for the detectives, quite the contrary. She was affraid.

"Elizabeth Scarborough, this is Detective Olivia Benson and with me is my partner, Detective Elliot Stabler. We are here to talk to you about what happened to you this morning." Benson's soft tone was welcoming, and slowly the bolts unfastened and the woman's face shown in the doorway beneath a locked chain.

"Show me your credentials." Mrs. Scarborough said.

Both detectives did as the woman asked and held their badges out so that she could see.

"Ok." The door was unlocked. "Come in." Mrs. Scarborough said quietly and the two detectives crossed the threshold into an immaculate sitting room. The tv screen was aglow but no sound was playing and Elliot noticed that the telephone was off the hook.

"This is where is happened." Elizabeth said, leading them down a long hall to a large bathroom.
There was a long counter with double sinks. Deoderant, purfume, a still packed overnight bag, a recently used towel and lady's lingerie were scattered about. The shower curtain was thrown back, revealing a large, oval shaped bathtub surrounded by candles and several different kinds of scented oils and lotions. But no sign of a man.

"Mrs. Scarborough," Olivia asked curiously, "Where is your husband?"

"We have been separated for almost six months. He had been seeing another woman and I asked him to leave. I assume he is living with her. I haven't heard from him since he left."

Olivia looked down at the floor and noticed traces of red between the tiles. "You mentioned in your report that there was alot of blood. Did you clean up the blood?"

"Yes. there was so much blood, I could hardly believe it was all mine. The sight of it made me sick so I wiped it up with some towels."

She motioned to a pile of towels in a hamper in the corner and Stabler took a pair of rubber gloves from his pocket and put them on. "We will need to take these towels with us, Mrs. Scarborough." he said, "There might be evidence of who hurt you on them."

"Tell us about last night." Olivia said, "You mentioned you were at a bar with some friends. Is that correct?"

"Yes. Marcie Cole and Jennifer Blaylock. We got there around ten o' clock and had a few drinks. Around midnight, Marcie said she needed to get home and grade papers...she's a teacher...so Jennifer offered to give her a ride and I said I would see them later."

"And why did you decide to stay?" Olivia asked

"I was just feeling kind of depressed I guess. I thought I would stay and have a couple more drinks and take a cab home. It was still early...to me, anyway."

"Then what happened?"

"Well that's when this guy walked up and asked if I needed some company. I told him no so he went back and sat at the bar. Then he had a drink sent over to me and when I smiled he came back over to my table and asked me to dance. I did. Before the song was over I started feeling really lightheaded...like I was really drunk...only I hadn't had very much to drink. Then I felt like I had to throw up, so I went to the bathroom."

"And did you throw up?"

"Yeah...alot. I was really sick and I knew I needed to go home so he suggested he take me home and by that time I couldn't think straight enough to care so I got into his car. I know I shouldn't have...but I did."

"It's ok, Elizabeth. What do you remember after that?"

"I blacked out, I guess. I went to sleep or something, but when I woke up I was in here on the floor and my clothes were gone. There was so much blood." Elizabeth began to cry. "Oh my God! There was so much blood!"

Stabler excused himself to check out the other rooms while Olivia console the woman. "Where were you bleeding?"

"I have a gash in my head. Maybe that's why I blacked out. Maybe that's why I don't remember anything."

"Ok, Elizabeth, I need you to relax for a minute and think for me." Olivia said softly. "Do you think you were raped?"

"Yessss." Olivia cried out. "I think he did. I think the son-of-a-bitch raped me."

"Elizabeth, we're going to need to to come with us down town to do a rape kit. It's just a routine procedure. It wont hurt and it wont take long, but we need to do it so we might be able to find who did this to you."

"I'm scared."

"I know you are, sweetie." Olivia consoled. "But you want to catch him don't you?

"Yes."

"Then you've got to work with us."

"Olivia!" Stabler interrupted.

Olivia excused herself and followed Elliot outside. "What have you got?"

"I've got the tire iron. But come here and look at this. I found her bloody clothes stuffed in a bag behind this dumpster in the alley.
Why would he leave the weapon in plain sight but take the time to hide her clothes?
 
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11:26pm 11/02/2005
 
mood: pleased

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Invincible? Errr...perhaps not!   
12:58am 16/01/2004
 
mood: grateful
To let you know how lucky I am to be alive, I'll tell you a little story about my day. I drove to work this morning which is approx. a 20 minute shoot from where I live. Now, I am a smoker...so this means I probably smoke AT LEAST 3 cigarettes on my way to work each day. So anyway...here I am...puffing away...tossing my cigarette butt out of my car window...right? Well, I get to work and step out of my car and notice something SPEWING from underneath my car! About that time the smell hits me...IT'S GASOLINE!!! O.O
My fucking gas line had burst and had been leaking for...who knows how many bloody miles.
Needless to say, I called a tow to pick up my car to be repaired and spent the rest of the day pondering the meaning of life. Shiiiiittttt! Guess it just wasn't my time to go.
 
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Oh God, it's me again!   
01:30am 01/12/2003
 
mood: blah
Back home from the states...again. Please Lord, no more travel until after holiday! I know that's just a dream, but it's a good one. I've decided to just go ahead and move into the airport...permentently, as that is where I spend most of my time anyway. Wonder if I can hire out as a steward...wouldn't I look great with a set of wings pinned to my collar? O.o
 
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There and back again...an Orc's tale   
12:02am 17/09/2003
 
mood: horny
Well, it is official...I am moved into my new house. I'll probably be happy here for at least...a couple of months. I hope!
My car is a worthless piece of shit! This is an understatement. Even this being the case, I am paying good money to have an engine put in it. Now why...you ask...didn't I jus go buy a new car? Because I was already at the garage and I am too fucking lazy to o car shopping!! O.o
I have...on a happier note...begun a new project, which, I am elated to say, is off to a great start.
One of the others, working with me at the moment, has the hots for me! O.O And I must say I have more than one eye on this person. There are a couple of obstacles though...they speak another language than I...and 14 years my junior. I feel like such a pervert. Not the first time for that.
I have recieved about 7 phone calls and have yet to meet them away from work...mainly because I KNOW what will happen!! Now, those who know me know how I am...I am the last person who wants a one-night-stand...and for Heaven's sake, what else could possibly result from a tryst with this person? But this is the grim truth of the matter...every time I see them I want, desperately to tear their clothes off with my teeth!!! AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!! *Goes off to seek professional therepy*
 
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It's been awhile...   
10:19am 22/08/2003
 
mood: frustrated
Jeeez...*notices how long it's actually been...whipes cobwebs off screen...clears throat and begins to type*

Once upon a time...*thinks...No, that's been used.*

Four score and seven years ago...*thinks...or was it three score and six years...oh screw it!*

Never mind! I'll come back when I have something to say!
 
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Another day...another headache!   
09:13pm 31/07/2003
 
mood: irritated
Ahhh...the pains of adulthood! I'll tell you one thing, I don't pity my children. Stay young while you can. Once you surpass your teenage years life decides to throw you one curveball after another. But isn't it ironic? If it weren't for working my ass off 18 hours a day, stress, headaches, backaches, muscle aches, fighting children and bitching exwives...I would have virtually no excitement in my life at all! And then you die! O.o
 
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Ready to get the hell outta here   
09:23pm 22/07/2003
 
mood: creative
I am so ready to get outta this place! I have alot of stuff packed already, but still have a long way to go. I have sold my house already, so I have until September 5th to get everything done and get moved into my new place. Jess has to change schools which didn't go over too well with her, but oh well. She'll live with it!
 
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Out with the old   
08:29pm 17/07/2003
 
mood: amused
Since we are moving to a smaller house we have decided to have a garage sale...or as I refer to it...a garbage sale...to get rid of alot of our old crap. My daughter made the mistake of telling people about it too soon, I think, all week the phone has rang with people begging to come over and sort through my old junk before everyone else. Perhaps I should hike the price up for all of those who don't want to wait till the sale starts...heh heh! It was really funny...I had a box of old used cleaning supplies...many of the containers were almost empty...and I had planned to put it out with the trash. A woman came by and gave me money for it. Perhaps I should have sold her all my trash as well!!
The things people will buy!
 
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Have you forgotten?   
10:13pm 16/07/2003
 
mood: depressed
http://64.177.83.63/liberty/email.htm
 
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It's me...as usual!   
10:39pm 15/07/2003
 
mood: bored
I have accomplished absolutely nothing today. Well, except to go to the video store and hire a film so I could continue to accomplish nothing. But I wanted to update this journal as not to dissappoint all those billions of people with no lives who actually read my boring-ass shit. Ok, really, I am the one with no life and I was bored so I updated this journal! Now I will go and continue to have no life and accomplish nothing except to watch the film I hired and contemplate the very few ways I could end my exsistence pleasureably. O.o
 
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Late to bed...early to rise makes Kato very grumpy!   
02:36pm 14/07/2003
 
mood: grumpy
Good morning! Is it? Perhaps not! I am tired and grouchy and don't need to be trying to correspond with human civilization at this point in my day! I think it should be illegal for people to get out of bed before noon. Fuck work, I am going to retire. I'm 35...isn't that the new retirement age? Sure it is. I think I will run for president of the United States...that way I can play golf, get my dick sucked, fuck off all day, then lie about it to everyone. That wasn't nice was it? Bad Kato! Someone punish me please! Told you I shouldn't be up this early!
 
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Back in the USA   
05:43pm 11/07/2003
 
mood: mellow
I'm in NY for the weekend. Took my daughter to see LXG. Pretty good film. I recommend it if you are into a film with an awful lot of action. Sean Connery is awesome as always. I heard it was his last film...pitty that.
 
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Not alot to say   
10:08pm 10/07/2003
 
mood: cheerful
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Thought you might need one of these...just in case you're ever in the supermarket and you need to be scanned.
 
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The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana (2nd Century)   
11:02am 10/07/2003
 
mood: content
Soon she wont object to fingers that stray

under her skirt-hem and linger at her lightly

knotted waistband; when her eyes are dreamy

and her breathing's harsh, send the servants away.

~Mallyana Vatsyayana
 
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Master Kato Yamagatchi's Best Websites of All Time   
11:01pm 09/07/2003
 
mood: peaceful
The following is a list of some of my favorite websites. Some I own, but most, I only visit often. If you have some favorite sites you would like to recommend, let me know. This list will be updated often, as I am always finding new and interesting sites.


Confucius Quotes
http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Confucius/

theban band
http://www.squidge.org/~praxisters/index.html

BruceLee.com
http://www.brucelee.com

Dragonfest
http://www.dragonfest.com

Simon Rhee's website
http://www.simonrhee.net

James Lew's website
http://www.jameslew.com

Universal Society of Elves
http://groups.msn.com/UniversalSocietyofElves

The Blood of Numenor
http://groups.msn.com/TheBloodofNumenor

Dark Passages
http://groups.msn.com/DarkPassages

Harma Edhellen
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HarmaEdhellen

Cary Tagawa Online
http://www.carytagawaonline.com/
 
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A well fought battle is lost   
05:25pm 09/07/2003
 
mood: numb
It was a day of mourning for many who have followed the story I have posted below.
The courage and determination of these two young women makes all the problems and fears in my life seem minute. They walked into death like many of us walk into a room.
It is my sincere hope that many will see them as the heroes they were and their names will be spoken in many prayers, in many languages, in many countries around the world.

This is the kind of courage that moves me to face my own fears. Forevermore, when I think of these women, will I be reminded of angels...for that is what they truely are.

Singapore Mourns Death of Iranian Twins

By YEOH EN-LAI
.c The Associated Press

SINGAPORE (AP) - Fighting back tears and reading from the Quran, mourners prayed Wednesday as they prepared the bodies of two Iranian twins who died during separation surgery for the long journey home.

Volunteers, including nurses and paramedics, carried the bodies of 29-year-old Laleh and Ladan Bijani in separate coffins draped in black cloth to a Muslim school in Singapore, where they were washed according to Islamic tradition.

More than 400 people later gathered in a Singapore mosque at dusk to pray over the caskets, each adorned with a single white geranium. Dozens of wreaths sent by well-wishers piled up at the mosque's entrance as other mourners, include five Buddhist monks, a priest and two nuns, waited outside. A message on one wreath read: ``Separated. May you rest in peace.''

The twins' bodies were expected to be flown to Tehran early Thursday morning (Wednesday afternoon EDT) on a commercial flight, said Hasan al-Attas, a member of Singapore's Iranian community.

``I think they were happy they went together,'' said 14-year-old Elham Komjka. ``We are all very sad.''

The courage and optimism the twins showed as they went into surgery captured the hearts of people around the world, and their deaths within 90 minutes of each other from blood loss shortly after their separation on Tuesday triggered an outpouring of grief.

Both knew the operation's high risks but had pressed for surgery out of a deep desire to live separate, ordinary lives. Surgeons in Germany had earlier refused to carry out the procedure, saying it was too dangerous.

Both were law graduates, but only Ladan, the more extroverted sister, wanted to become a lawyer. Laleh's love was journalism.

``If God wants us to live the rest of our lives as two separate, independent individuals, we will,'' Ladan said before the operation.

In their homeland, Iranians wept as state television announced the deaths of the twins from a poor family who touched the world with their determination to see each other face-to-face, rather than in a mirror.

``Is my beloved Ladan really not with us anymore?'' Zari, an elder sister, said after hearing in Iran that her sister had died. Seconds later, she fainted.

In Singapore, dozens of people, mostly Iranian expatriates, gathered Wednesday for prayers at a Muslim school. They sat cross-legged, chanting verses from the Muslim holy book.

A bouquet of white and yellow carnations was placed near the entrance in honor of Ladan and Laleh, who were named after delicate Persian flowers.

The twins' operation took more than 50 grueling hours and was carried out by a team of international surgeons.

The operation - the first attempt to separate a pair of adult twins born joined at the head - was fraught with difficulties. Previous operations have been on infants, whose brains can recover more easily.

Surgeons repeatedly encountered surprises that preoperative tests couldn't detect. The skulls were harder to cut than expected, the twins' distinct brains had fused and their blood pressures were unstable.

It was the unpredictable changes in how their blood flowed, and surgeons' inability to cope with those changes, that killed the sisters, lead surgeon Keith Goh said.

Over three days, the team of 28 doctors and about 100 medical assistants worked in the tight space surrounding the twins, who were braced in a sitting position.

Surrounded by a dozen nurses and technicians, surgeons stood Tuesday on either side of the sisters, cradling their heads to support them as the final cut was made.

The blood started flowing uncontrollably the instant the surgeon cut through the point where the bottom of the brain touched the bone.

Most ethicists thought the operation was justified.
 
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Lady Chatterly's Lover (1928)   
06:05pm 08/07/2003
 
mood: naughty
RIPPLING,

RIPPLING,

RIPPLING,

LIKE A FLAPPING OVERLAPPING OF SOFT FLAMES,

SOFT AS FEATHERS,

RUNNING TO POINTS OF BRILLIANCE,

EXQUISITE, EXQUISITE

AND MELTING HER ALL MOLTEN INSIDE.

~D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)
 
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Fragment 2   
05:57pm 08/07/2003
 
mood: mellow
THIS SETS MY HEART
TO FLUTTERING IN MY BREAST,
FOR WHEN I LOOK ON YOU A MOMENT,
THEN CAN I SPEAK NO MORE,
BUT MY TONGUE FALLS SILENT,
AND AT ONCE A DELICATE FLAME
COURSES BENEATH MY SKIN,
AND WITH MY EYES I SEE NOTHING,
AND MY EARS HUM,
AND A COLD SWEAT BATHES ME,
AND TREMBLING SEIZES ME ALL OVER,
AND I AM PALER THAN GRASS,
AND I FEEL NEAR TO DEATH.

~Sappho (6th Century B.C.)
 
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