I'm a Scientologist. Or am I? Who knows. Anyway, if you aren't one of the sub-human losers I mentioned above (although seeing as they come here every hour of every day, you probably ARE one of them. But hopefully you're someone else, hopefully a normal person who isn't stalking me), of reasonable intelligence, not prone to misusing the verb "own" and can string a sentence together, feel free to engage me in however manner you see fit. I might even reply. I might not though, because the insane behaviour of those aforementioned creatures has weirded me out ever so slightly. Also, I use Youtube to view (and occasionally post) videos, not cultivate relationships and the term "internet friends" is a complete oxymoron anyway. But if you're interesting, then cool. Shalom x.

And now, as the night was senescent
And star-dials pointed to morn -
As the star-dials hinted of morn -
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn -
Astarte's bediamonded crescent
Distinct with its duplicate horn.

And I said: "She is warmer than Dian;
She rolls through an ether of sighs -
She revels in a region of sighs:
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion
To point us the path to the skies -
To the Lethean peace of the skies -
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes -
Come up through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her luminous eyes."