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| Quick Quotes | Funky French Phrases | ||||||||||||||||
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The Promised Quoteitkat contest..will be put up sometime soon, however, to help whet your curiosity, a couple of short quotes, that are either mine or tor's..Can you guess whose? (all is paraphrased,or exact wording) -I've been [to hell], and it's dull - Try breathing. Just once or twice until you get used to it again and don't have to think about it, OK? - I feel kinda like a rabbit that is in the back of a truck full of carrots, very happy, but also increadibly confused -falling dreams and i are old friends, i guess my unconcious feels like i am out of control -Mommy is hear for you dearest, but she can't be any help at all untill she stops being so F*CKING CONFUSED! | This empty space was staring at me, and I had a copy of | ||||||||||||||||
| Aaron Clift staring as Mythic Writer of October | |||||||||||||||||
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Empty Highway I. The riders take a glance away from the main road and pass me but they never join me on the empty highway I follow the way city streets daily routines always on time for another day under a grey sky II. Staring out the office window, I watch the moody clouds circle and move somewhere else to offer rain to other streets the roads where riders journey with their eyes always forward III. It's time to go outside I'm on the streets again and no one joins me on the empty highway The Man Left Behind In a Grass Field Cool summer breezes brush through a grassy field in France and caress the face of another lonely morning In a blanket of blood-red flowers sleeps a man, the only man who spends the summer counting the falling stars, bombs that break the silent ground Summer passes the flowers turn brown he slowly becomes part of the still morning, the fragile earth that others left when they marched into other lands The cool breeze blows again and the flowers wilt and die Father's Lost Sunlight I thought I saw your light through the window today, a shard of sunlight in a cold sea of office glass I remember that they told me that you died for others like me sharing and spreading a light that bullets could never extinguish But the uniformed men really took you on a march without a torch down dead-end labyrinths where black consumed all Now as the sky drifting by me fades into strips of night I let my candles shine for your lost sunlight Untitled Today a lightning storm flew over town offering its tendrils to awaken the millions hibernating in the streets The beggar with his face covered in fragile kneecaps began dancing with the twists of the silver fire while the business man complained that the noise was too loud The mayor walked down the winding paths weaving through a jungle of electric hands that he wouldn't hold and threw his mind upon the flames to halt the spreading newness How the World is Formed The cooling lava thick and weighty staggers and fights for a place to cover the naked ocean In the struggle jagged hot flint cut through waters drowning the blue in claws of ashen The volcano is displeased and wants more Its conquering arms spew over more islands of water until the sky is blotted by its grip There is a silence, thick and weighty and nothing is left to cover How the World Progresses Under the buzz of fast cars with polished leather interiors the laptop computers the simple-minded high-paying jobs that all offer the same innocent dream as MTV starts another new music trend (that sells millions and lives its two hour life) few hear the passage of earlier days Everyone is a deaf child playing in the streets when the sirens cry for action and missiles fly over the billboards and strike another Parthenon living on borrowed time They're waiting to build another McDonald's The monument took up too much space | |||||||||||||||||
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