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Entry #515:46 Mar 15 2012
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As many of you know....
Russians love Vodka, so I went
out and bought this drink a few weeks
back and have yet to taste it until recently...
I must say....I'm Impressed, however if you
decided to get the red vodka... make sure to
tend to your whites as they tend to stain and it
difficult to clean. This elixer is the first red vodka
to be found in the USA, however it was made in
England... It's about $20 a bottle and well worth
the price... I'll be getting it again for sure...
hahaha
Vampire Bite Martini
Only the red vodka made by Vampyre Vodka so create such an alluringly creepy Halloween drink recipe.
1. Add crushed ice to a shaker until it is about half full.
2. Combine 8 ounces of red Vampyre vodka, one tablespoon of olive juice into a shaker.
3. Shake and strain.
4. Take a sliced lemon and rub it along the drinking rim of the glass.
5. Add two olives.
Entry #400:19 Mar 11 2012
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An eye for an eye.
The typical belief that if someone hurts you,
it's approriate to hurt them back....
Yes, it gives you some temporary satisfaction
however, it's not as if it makes everything alright.
If anything it creates a chain reaction of
revengous acts... over and over again...
However, I dont seem to care.
I follow an eye for an eye..
I may be kind... when I wish to be, however
when crossed...
I can care less of your feelings.
I can care less of my appearance...
I want an eye for an eye...
I suppose we'll go blind together.
Entry #308:33 Mar 02 2012
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TRANSLATION ON MY PAGE:
The Bard is killed! The honor's striver
Fell, slandered by a gossip's dread,
With lead in breast and vengeful fire,
Drooped with his ever-proud head.
The Poet's soul did not bear
The shameful hurts of low breed,
He fought against the worldly "faire,"
Alone as always,... and is killed!
He's killed! What for are late orations
Of useless praise; and weeps and moans,
And gibberish of explanations? -
The fate had brought her verdict on!
Had not you first so hard maltreated
His free and brave poetic gift,
And, for your pleasure, fanned and fitted
The fire that in ashes drifts?
You may be happy... Those tortures
Had broken his strength, at last:
Like light, had failed the genius gorgeous;
The sumptuous wreath had weathered fast.
His murderer, without mercy,
Betook his aim and bloody chance,
His empty heart is calm and healthy,
The pistol did not tremble once.
And what is wonder?... From a distance,
By road of manifold exiles,
He came to us, by fatal instance,
To catch his fortune, rank and price.
Detested he the alien lands
Traditions, language and discussions;
He couldn't spare The Fame of Russians
And fathom - till last instant rushes -
What a disaster grips his hand!...
And he is killed, and leaves from here,
As that young Bard, mysterious but dear,
The prey of vengeance, deaf and bland,
Who sang he of, so lyric and sincere,
Who too was put to death by similar a hand.
And why, from peaceful times and simple-hearted fellows,
He entered this high life, so stiff and so jealous
Of freedom-loving heart and passions full of flame?
Why did he give his hand to slanders, mean and worthless
Why trusted their words and their oaths, godless,
He, who from youth had caught the mankind's frame?
And then his wreath, a crown of sloe,
Woven with bays, they put on Poet's head;
The thorns, that secretly were grown,
Were stinging famous brow, yet.
His life's fast end was poisoned with a gurgle
And faithless whisper of the mocking fops,
And died he with burning thrust for struggle,
With hid vexation for his cheated hopes.
The charming lyre is now silent,
It will be never heard by us:
The bard's abode is grim and tightened,
And seal is placed on his mouth.
And you, oh, vainglory decedents
Of famous fathers, so mean and base,
Who've trod with ushers' feet the remnants
Of clans, offended by the fortune's plays!
In greedy crowd standing by the throne,
The foes of Freedom, Genius, and Repute -
You're hid in shadow of a law-stone,
For you, and truth and justice must be mute!...
But there is Court of God, you, evil manifold! -
The terrible court: it waits;
It's not reached by a ring of gold,
It knows, in advance, all thoughts' and actions' weights.
Then you, in vain, will try to bring your evil voice on:
It will not help you to be right,
And you will not wash of with all your bloody poison,
The Poet's righteous blood!
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COMMENTS
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DemonicDoll
15:50 Mar 15 2012
OOOooo that looks good : )
spookshow
16:34 Mar 15 2012
Made in England wonderful :-)
LithiumBabe
04:37 Apr 26 2012
Yummmy Need to add this recipe to the kitty cat club :)
Dragonrouge
21:24 Oct 23 2012
Looks delicious!