

A little writing exerciseAnd in a flash, one that seemed to flash back and forth, in and out, accompanied by an incessant high pitched squeal which alternated from harmony to horror, Roland Dion made the most significant journey of all mankind - September 21st, 2051 - back-slipping, falling as if being deflected off of covered balconies after jumping from a high rise building. Then, almost as soon as it began, Roland hit bottom.A little writing exercise
How great are those most vivid of our dreams - those that seem to touch our very waking lives and leave us all the better for the day - such was the state Roland was in as he awoke, swinging at the air and graspi


-Woman-Oh Woman! I love thee As all men should do,-Woman-
Be nigh past ninety Or nay yet but two
Thy Spirit within thee Elegant and true,
Makes thee more mighty Than naught I may do
Your study and toil 'Tis admirable true,
Yet your best effort in time Is put silently thru
It is we you inspire In all that you do


Living DayInspiration of the charmed life,Living Day
the talented ease which charges the blissfull naive, so seemingly secure
To constantly re-invent, the time I have spent, the me I have spent
Thoughts sent to the firmament,
Time always spent
The days pass careless to our considered designs, that ever-blessed One answer which is wrought through them all so seemingly sure, perplexing demur
What is the worth of self introspection,
what should we ask of the old parsee?
Life gives not it's answers on demand Experience and knowledge must be


DaysIn days obscure, a lofty demur hangs low o'er the thoughts of the museDays
What must come by twos,
delightful blues and half seen hues
of a brighter day before
With each day's energy spent comes a new song,
a tiresome lament; phrases languid,
emotions bent
Yet beyond the tired hill that is an insurmountable will,
some days left are brighter surely still
Unto the new,
if such can be Ever young, forever free,
never so happy as we're going to be!
Devious Comments
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Nobody knows but me
That I sometimes cry
If I could pretend that I'm asleep
When my tears start to fall....
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Que scais je?
Vive Memor Lethi, Fugit Hora
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The proposition that humankind is improvable, let alone perfectable, by material means is as laughable as the one which prescribes doses of participatory street theatre and mime laboratories.
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while riding in the car
:me: how the hell did you get that wrapper on your shoe?
:him: Someone get 50 cent off my damn foot!!!!
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"The best photos in the world are yet to be taken." -Thomas Hawk
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Que scais je?
Vive Memor Lethi, Fugit Hora
high five.
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You must be the change you wish to see in the world.
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...::...MOON..:..FLOWER...::...
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Que scais je?
Vive Memor Lethi, Fugit Hora
Likewise!
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Que scais je?
Vive Memor Lethi, Fugit Hora
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...::...MOON..:..FLOWER...::...
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what a long, strange trip it's been
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"The most merciful thing in the world... is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant we should voyage far." -H.P Lovecraft
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Que scais je?
Vive Memor Lethi, Fugit Hora
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Que scais je?
Vive Memor Lethi, Fugit Hora
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Take a knife to your wrist, make the point bend...cut it deep, it's the new thing
Baby please make this last forever, it's just the latest fashion scene
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Swallow your pride. It's not fattening.
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Que scais je?
Vive Memor Lethi, Fugit Hora
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Swallow your pride. It's not fattening.
You?
I find I now have 312 new deviations to look at! Anything in particular I might want to check out?
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Que scais je?
Vive Memor Lethi, Fugit Hora
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Swallow your pride. It's not fattening.
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