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[Paul3eb]

from "teddy":

"we have time," teddy said. "--vloom!" he suddenly thrust his whole head out of the porthole, kept it there a few seconds, thren brought it in just long enough to report, "someone just dumped a whole garbage can of orange peels out the window."

"out the window. out the window," mr. mcardle said sarcastically, flicking his ashes. "out the porthole, buddy, out the porthole." he glanced over at his wife. "call boston. quick, get the leidekker examining group on the phone."

"oh, you're such a brilliant wit," mrs. mcardle said. "why do you try?"

teddy took in most of his head. "they float very nicely," he said without turning around. "that's interesting."

"teddy. for the last time. i'm counting to three, and then i'm--"

"i don't mean it's interesting that they float," teddy said. "it's interesting that i know about them being there. if i hadn't seen them, then i wouldn't know they were there, and if i didn't know they were there, i wouldn't be able to say that they even exist. that's a very nice, perfect example of the way--"

"teddy," mrs. mcardle interrupted, without visibly stirring under her top sheet. "go find booper for me. where is she? i don't want her lolling around in that sun again today, with that burn."

"she's adequately covered. i made her wear her dungarees," teddy said. "some of them are starting to sink now. in a few minutes, the only place they'll still be floating will be inside my mind. that's quite interesting, because if you look at it a certain way, that's where they started floating in the first place. if i'd never been standing here at all, or if somebody'd come along and sort of shopped my head off right now while i was--"

[Wes]

I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away!

How long?
How long must we sing this song?
How long?
How long?

'Cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...

Broken bottles under childrens feet
Bodies strewn across the dead-end streets
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, back up against the wall!

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
All right lets go!

And the battles just begun
Theres many lost but tell me who has won
The trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart!

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long...how long must we sing this song?
How long?
How long?

'Cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight
Tonight (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Tonight
Tonight (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Tonight
Come get some!

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Here I come!

And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die!

[whadam00]

"Such," said Nekayah, "is the state of life, that none are happy but by the anticipation of change; the change itself is nothing; when we have made it the next wish is to change again. The world is not yet exhausted: let me see something to-morrow which I never saw before."

Samuel Johnson, Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia

[Paul3eb]

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.

`Who are YOU?' said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, `I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'

[ynot]

lewis carrol was a stoner.

[Paul3eb]

lewis carrol was a stoner.

..but still observant and understanding.. and skilled at being able to translate those thoughts and observations into text.

[ynot]

eh? Ho makes up better stuff.

[Paul3eb]

above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that

small, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.

sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out

someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.

you are not leaving
you are arriving.

[Paul3eb]

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.

[Paul3eb]

And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breathes as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak of the LCD took you a little farther away from me
Away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself

'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die"

So who's going to watch you die?..