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What Planet Are You From?
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You Are: 10% Dog, 90% Cat
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You are are almost exactly like a cat.
You're intelligent, independent, and set on getting your way.
And there's no way you're going to fetch a paper for anyone!
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You Are Grape
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You are bold and a true individual. You are very different and very okay with that.
People know you as a straight shooter. You're very honest, even when the truth hurts.
You are also very grounded and practical. No one is going to sneak anything by you. You don't care what people think of you.
People enjoy your fresh approach to life. And it's this honesty that makes you a very innovative person.
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You Are Unique
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The Scientist
You have a head for ideas - and you are good at improving systems.
Logical and strategic, you prefer for everything in your life to be organized.
You tend to be a bit skeptical. You're both critical of yourself and of others.
Independent and stubborn, you tend to only befriend those who are a lot like you.
You would make an excellent scientist, engineer, or archaeologist.
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Your IQ Is 190
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Your Logical Intelligence is Exceptional
Your Verbal Intelligence is Exceptional
Your Mathematical Intelligence is Above Average
Your General Knowledge is Genius
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This beautiful blue plaque is a treasure. It was created for me by CeeCee Ramesses - a kindness that will never be forgotten.
FOR KOSHKA...
Flash of thought fuelled,
Fraught with inspiration,
Taught by heart to sing and soul,
To understand: I miss your holy hands.
Thoughts turn to dross in absence,
Thicker than a mist,
Lips cannot speak for dry of absent kiss,
Arms do not fold back nor incline;
The mind is webbed,
The flesh is vacant of caress,
The fingers, cold with the memory of impress.
If I could scent your hair, once more,
And tune me to your walk,
Could taste the light and dark of you again,
And talk to the laughter of your eyes,
And twine the tall silk smooth of you about my brow,
Like rainspill on the bough.
I need no longer muse myself,
To sleep and wake to day,
And say your name and see your face,
And still find you away...
(For Koshka the soul of my soul... written by Roger of Lunel. During the 1st Crusade, 1099).
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Current Amount in My Cashbox:
92,214 strti.
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