My favorite accident

My favorite accident
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I can't swim in the silence of your skin - please let me in.
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# Posté le mardi 07 octobre 2008 17:11

Carry us away.

Carry us away.




This is not a riddle but it's meant to entertain. I'll be your loyal Apostle, just send me in to take the blame. Well what would you expect to say ? It never mattered anyway. There'll be a sight and an invisible light shown down on them and took them in. There'll be a time when, maybe tonight temptations win and I give in. This is not a puzzle or mainframe, but it's meant to strengthen your faith.

And each time the night falls upon us.
We always end up the same.
Were we not born into original sin?
What you ask for is what you get and what you were given.

So fold your hands and get down on your knees.

# Posté le vendredi 12 septembre 2008 22:16

Modifié le vendredi 12 septembre 2008 22:27

This modern love.

Do you wanna come over, and kill some time?
Do you wanna come over, and kill some time?
Do you wanna come over, and kill some time?

Throw your arms around me.

This modern love.

# Posté le mardi 12 août 2008 16:04

Fire coming out of a monkey's head.

Fire coming out of a monkey's head.
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived. Their very existence was a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough. Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town. They came in camouflaged, hidden behind dark glasses, and no one noticed them; they only saw shadows. You see, without the truth of the eyes, the Happyfolk were blind. In time, the Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty. By chance, they stumbled upon the place where all good souls come to rest. The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, it's rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world. Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly, their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls. Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain. Why was it bringing darkness into their lives? And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the Monkey. For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for, they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep. Then there came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams. There was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. There was only fire. And then, nothing.

# Posté le mercredi 16 juillet 2008 22:18

Millstone

Millstone
I used to be such a burning example. I used to be so original. I used to care I was being cared for and made sure I showed it to those that I love. I used to sleep without a single stir, cause I was about my father's work. I used to pray like God was listening. I used to make my parents proud. I was the glue that kept my friends together, now they don't talk and we don't go out. I used to know the name of every person I'd kissed, now I've made this bed and I can't fall asleep in it.

Well, take me out tonight. This ship of fools I'm on will sink. I'm my own stone around my neck...
Be my breathe, there's nothing I wouldn't give.
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# Posté le mercredi 25 juin 2008 13:32

Modifié le mercredi 25 juin 2008 17:02