Looking outside, we’re going to mirror this weather in a positive way and start the week on a cool note..

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no need to be a sad Cypress with Cire Trvdon


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We hope you’re enjoying this Sunday sun as much as we are

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Our Newest Friend.. Birdsville Bird Shop!

We here at Medusa share many of our thoughts and friends with you, our newest and brightest friend is Birdsville Bird Shop! Such a fabulous shop with an array of different species, ranging from the magestic Macaws For Sale, the gorgeous Ecelctus Parrots For Sale a personal favourite of our wonderful proprietor Terry Kaljo and of course the gentle and beautiful Quaker Parrots For Sale.

Better yet some adorable little Finches For Sale, the easiest birds in the world to look after, yet can also be the best looking birds with all their different breeds and colours! Or make your mark with a loved one and purchase the most romantic present, a pair of Lovebirds For Sale.

One of the better pet birds would be Cockatiels For Sale without a doubt these gorgeous characters are beautifully hand tamed, like most of the birds from the spectacular Birdsville. And if it’s hand tamed birds you want – then it’s hand tamed birds you got with the following available:

Lori and Lorikeets For Sale

Galahs For Sale

Sun Conures For Sale

King Parrot For Sale

Of course we can’t forget that not only does this amazing shop sell the most special birds it also sells all their accesories and feed! With a huge range of Bird Cages For Sale and a fabulous range of Bird Accessories For Sale.

Also available at Birdsville Bird Shop:

Budgerigars For Sale

African Grey Parrot For Sale

Canary For Sale

Cockatoos For Sale

Doves For Sale

For more information contact Ashley Fleming at Birdsville Bird Shop, 9667 2555.

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All Hallow The Coming Eve

The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crispèd and sere —
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir —
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Here once, through an alley Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul —
Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
There were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll —
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek
In the ultimate climes of the pole —
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the boreal pole.

Our talk had been serious and sober,
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere —
Our memories were treacherous and sere —
For we knew not the month was October,
And we marked not the night of the year —
(Ah, night of all nights in the year!)
We noted not the dim lake of Auber —
(Though once we had journeyed down here) —
We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

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 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.”

But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
Said — “Sadly this star I mistrust —
Her pallor I strangely mistrust: —
Oh, hasten! — oh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly! — let us fly! — for we must.”
In terror she spoke; letting sink her
Wings till they trailed in the dust —
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust —
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

I replied — “This is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this tremulous light!
Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its Sybillic splendor is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty to-night: —
See! — it flickers up the sky through the night!
Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
And be sure it will lead us aright —
We safely may trust to a gleaming
That cannot but guide us aright,
Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night.”

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom —
And conquered her scruples and gloom:
And we passed to the end of the vista,
And were stopped by the door of a tomb;
By the door of a legended tomb: —
And I said — “What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?”
She replied — “Ulalume — Ulalume —
’Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!”

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crispèd and sere —
As the leaves that were withering and sere,
And I cried — “It was surely October
On this very night of last year
That I journeyed — I journeyed down here —
That I brought a dread burden down here —
On this night of all nights in the year,
Oh, what demon has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber —
This misty mid region of Weir —
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.”

Said we, then — the two, then — “Ah, can it
Have been that the woodlandish ghouls —
The pitiful, the merciful ghouls —
To bar up our way and to ban it
From the secret that lies in these wolds —
From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds —
Had drawn up the spectre of a planet
From the limbo of lunary souls —
This sinfully scintillant planet
From the Hell of the planetary souls?”

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Lovely Lutetia..


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We would like you to meet Phil Aston-Williams



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D E C O D I V A – original source objet for The Great Gatsby.. we found it hard to walk past Cleopatra as she succombs to the deadly Asp


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