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loowayup
Gender:
Male
Age:
120
Country:
United States
Sexual Preference:
Straight
Occupation/Major:
Daisyology
School:
International Institute of Daisyology
Favorite Food:
Who ate the Daisies?
Pets:
Yes, but they are all 'fixed'
Automobile:
Flower cart
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Meaning of Life:
The splendor of the rose and the whitness of the lily do not rob the little violet of its scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its lovliness.
And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything as you like it, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose, and it's always daisy-time.
Brute force crushes many plants. Yet the plants rise again. The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy. And before Buddha or Jesus spoke the nightingale sang, and long after the words of Jesus and Buddha are gone into oblivion the ni
There are only three ages for women in Hollywood - Babe, District Attorney, and Driving Miss Daisy
[Gatsby] wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was.
He's not pining, he's passed on. This parrot is no more. He has ceased to be. He's expired and gone to meet his maker. He's a stiff, bereft of life, he rests in peace. If you hadn't have nailed him to the perch he'd be pushing up the daisies. He's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot!
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies.
Daisies are like sunshine to the ground.
Daisies of the world unite - you have nothing to lose but your chains
Buttercups and daisies, / Oh, the pretty flowers; / Coming ere the Springtime, / To tell of sunny hours.
Spring has come when you can put your foot on three daisies
Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.
On a strawberry sundae of a day, all daisies and June sun and pastoral posing by world leaders on the Lancaster House lawn.
You must lie upon the daisies and discourse In novel phrases of your complicated state of mind The meaning doesn't matter If it's only idle chatter of a transcendental kind, And everyone will say, As you walk your mystic way, 'If this young man expre
'Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand when we with daisies lie, that commerce will continue, and trades as briskly fly
Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate,
That fate is thineno distant date;
Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate,
Full on thy bloom,
Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight
Shall be thy doom!
Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
I saw the white daisies go down to the sea,
A host in the sunshine, an army in June,
The people God sends us to set our heart free.
Of all the floures in the mede,
Than love I most these floures white and rede,
Soch that men callen daisies in our toun.
That of all the floures in the mede,
Thanne love I most these floures white and rede,
Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune.
All summer she scattered the daisy leaves;
They only mocked her as they fell.
She said: 'The daisy but deceives;
'He loves me not,' 'he loves me will,'
One story no two daisies tell.'
Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves
Under the daisy's mocking spell.
Stars are the daisies that begem
The blue fields of the sky,
Beheld by all, and everywhere,
Bright prototypes on high.
The Rose has but a Summer reign,
The daisy never dies.
Myriads of daisies have shown forth in flower
Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour
Have passed away; less happy than the one
That, by the unrolling ploughshare, died to prove
The tender charm of poetry and love.
Favorite Books:
Daisy Miller (by Henry James)
Daisy Chain (Defiance Texas Trilogy)
Princess Daisy (by Judith Krantz)
A Blue Eyed Daisy (by Cynthia Rylant)
Pull my Daisy (by Robert Frank)
Inside Daisy Clover (by Gavin Lambert)
Daisies Never Lie (by Lynn Byer)
What I Like To Do For Fun:
Empty the dishwasher, remove yellowed wax from the kitchen floor, clean fireplaces with a toothbrush, iron underwear, get my teeth pulled, pay extra taxes, study for blood tests, wait for Daisy.
Favorite Songs:
Daisies of the Galaxy
Fresh as a Daisy
Tripping Daisy
Upsy Daisy Assortment
Daisy a Day
Whoopsy Daisy
Favorite Movies:
Driving Miss Daisy
Pushing Daisies
Please Don't Eat the Daisies
Daisy Kenyon
Daisy Diamond
Plucking the Daisy
Hobbies:
Growing Daisies
Collecting Daisy BB Guns
Boxing (Put up your Daisy Dukes)
Talents:
Stunned and Daised
Perfect Mate:
5'3', true blonde, stunningly gorgeous, open, forgoing, and honest, fantastic legs, all natural, deep love of animals, long walks in the zoo, slight rasp in voice, loves to dress up, insightful, music freak, ultra shy musician, accident prone, cheery, adventurous.
Turn Ons/Offs:
Turn ons: The sound of dogs dropping bones, vinyl record collections; fishnet thigh highs, garters that need constant attention; funky hair bows; head butting goats; comfortable chairs; daisy infused dreams, and paddling against the stream.
Best Reason to Get to Know Me:
Forget about me. Concentrate on Daisy instead..
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