They knew each other from somewhere but it was different now as they shared their greetings while the wind blew their words beyond their yesterday into today and through tomorrow for ever. Amen. Awomen.
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They knew each other from somewhere but it was different now as they shared their greetings while the wind blew their words beyond their yesterday into today and through tomorrow for ever. Amen. Awomen.
Words. Words. So many of them, jumbling in her head. Why are they making so much noise? Why can't they let her be? Trying to listen to them all at once gave her a headache. Oh well, she already knew what they were saying because that’s what they said every day... Only one way to stop them.
Too much advice. Too many advisors. Too much pushing, in too many directions. I feel like a small twig afloat in the confluence of many great rivers, unable to influence the conflicting currents; currents which are dragging me under. Sometimes I just want to go quietly, politely, Englishly mad.
Chorus:
Do we fret over these suite words?
Yes! And No! It shouldn't be so!
Remember when it flowed seamlessfromthesoul
Before we got cot up in the rhythm and rhyme and rite and rong of writing?
"Unscrew the locks from the doors!"
Free us again. And at last.
I decided to make Mary say something else. 'Say foot', I said. She said, 'foot' - with a rasp in her voice.
I once found a hole, a most extraordinary hole. It had a diamiter of 50cm and it was 3 feet deep. In it was 4 twigs and 12 leaves - it was a most extraoderinary hole.
Message, clearly for all to read, red ink and bold on one part, "go now!".
Readied to the task, Commander raises and twenty angels are dispatched. "Too late!", cries crew to tower, turning ship to the Sun, their heads look away and some to home. One angel slips silently away...
The sound of an alarm clock tuned to a popular station carried with it a familiar semblance of his dream, in fact the words uttered by the radio personalities were an exact reproduction of a dream element. The great mystery left unsolved in his time spent asleep was thus manifested in waking life. (this happened to me this moring, sort of creeped me out)
As she was carried along in the undulating crowd she stopped short.Turning,she slowly searched the faces passing by looking for the eyes of the one she loved.The presence faded away and with broken heart she turned and stumbled on, wondering what he looked like.
She woundn't say no, even if he wasn't in the room. He pushed the piano lid up and banged! Looking around her space, there was no reason she could think of to look at that clock anymore.
They say you can’t deal with Death. I did.
“Keep her alive!”
“WHY?”
“You want a death, I’ll give you one!”
“AND I’LL WANT ONE TOMORROW.”
“OK, every day!”
“OK. IT’S A DEAL.”
22 days, 22 bodies. You needn’t fear the reaper darling; at least, not until I’m caught.
Ten years ago, we were just a group of kooky kids with what seemed like it might be a pretty good idea for a website. Who would have thought that in that short time we could have become such a bunch of coked out, toxic buffoons?
Long ago, in a secluded forest, there lived a lonely man in a small house. Everyday of his life, he woke at dawn, toiled until dusk, ate, played his flute until midnight, and slept. He died at midnight on a rainy day, after playing a beautiful tune on his flute.
Lavender blooms on Mountain Laurel, brown eggs in straw or scrambled on a plate, a cap gun with caps, a book worth your time, beer in the fridge, days on the lake, death of futile desires, camping, good dogs, mischievous cats, Caribbean beaches, snorkeling, spearing lobster. This is good fortune.
I suspected an ineffable crisis in Magda, as if she was suppressing some murderous violence. She tried to force her cutlet on me, swooned vaporishly about some ceramics she’d seen and nodded earnestly at all my jokes. When the waiter told me my card had been refused, I kicked him.