a homophobic wee (wo)man with vulgar tongue and thoughts, s/he also seems to think it is brave to flag rampage across the board and flag some more what a brave wee hetreosexual boy s/he is covering itself in it's craven white flags

makes favorites and kills the rest, regardless of flag

backstabs

this bitch is crazy! holy fuck, she cybers and everything! mid-game ffs!

Kicked my ass into next month.

You do know that I don't have to accept your flag right? They're not magic.

I take back my previous post. I was wrong about burty. Good player.

Fair player, good to play with

A troll.

Always for the first time Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window A wholly imaginary house It is there that from one second to the next In the inviolate darkness I anticipate once more the fascinating rift occuring The one and only rift In the facade and in my heart The closer I come to you In reality The more the key sings at the door of the unknown room Where you appear alone before me At first you coalesce entierly with the brightness The elusive angle of a curtain It's a field of jasmine I gazed upon at dawn on a road in the vicinity of Grasse With the diagonal slant of its girls picking Behind them the dark falling wing of the plants stripped bare Before them a T-square of dazzling light The curtain invisibly raised In a frenzy all the flowers swarm back in It is you at grips with that too long hour never dim enough until sleep You as though you could be The same except that I shall perhaps never meet you You pretend not to know I am watching you Marvelously I am no longer sure you know You idleness brings tears to my eyes A swarm of interpretations surrounds each of your gestures It's a honeydew hunt There are rocking chairs on a deck there are branches that may well scratch you in the forest There are in a shop window in the rue Notre-Dame-de-Lorette Two lovely crossed legs caught in long stockings Flaring out in the center of a great white clover There is a silken ladder rolled out over the ivy There is By my leaning over the precipice Of your presence and your absense in hopeless fusion My finding the secret Of loving you Always for the first time