Howling at the Moon

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Bridges shall burn, tall towers fall
Through dirt and grime and filth, you'll crawl
Red River runs, weeps through this desolate land
There be no saving grace for thee, no brave last stand

Who you are and who you've been
Memory shall be your greatest sin..
Lucid dreams that leave you weeping
Disbelief and torment is all you'll be keeping

Things gone right and things gone wrong
Shall dance along to an evanescent song
The truth lies buried in graves of the undead
Trapped in words you never said.

You wanted some, you had it all
And we are laughing even as we fall
The world will be yours, and yours alone
Every last hollow bleeding stone..
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Free?

I'm beginning to think that I may not be able to finish my CPC paper by 4 pm today, though a part of me keeps chanting "But we always manage". Yeah, well, there's always a first time, darling. With 26 rupees on me, no money in my bank account and the sudden realization that I don't even have enough money to print out my project, there's little I can do but laugh.

The only rule to be kept in mind is to go down fighting. I guess this is a last minute thing. I hope it is. I'm waiting for the panic to kick in, but I can't begin to care.

"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."

I have a lot left to lose, but I think I'm working on that.


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Now playing: Godsmack - Mistakes
via FoxyTunes

Light - Lightning (It grows?)

It grows?

Ssshhh!

Light - Lightning.

Truth is stranger than fiction...

Don't worry, be happy. There's nothing else to do anyway.

And nothing else matters.







Note: None of the pictures are mine. I am making no money. I'm broke. Leave me alone!

A duck joke

What do you call a duck with no feet?



Bob.

Lesson no. 11987?

What do you do when you write out an entire post which takes you about an hour only to realize it's full of things you would just not tell anyone?

Laugh and Save it somewhere safe.

In summary: Life is funny, you are not grown up as long as you think you are and that song WILL play when you look at THOSE photos.

Ah, Murphy.

She Laughed

It was too pretty a day to be sad
So she tied a red ribbon in her hair

and she laughed

Even though the walls kept shrinking
and the roof kept crumbling

She laughed

Even as the cold rain fell
and as the darkness grew

She laughed

Even as the world began to fade
and the snow began to fall

And then
When the last one was gone
She turned
put the chairs on the tables
Locked the doors
and sat down to cry

But she could not remember how to...

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She looked up at the streetlight.

It seemed to shine into her soul.

Giggling softly, she tried pushing the beam away, but it didn't move.

She glared at it for a while and then slowly stepped out of its range.

Twirling, she laughed, and a lone star twinkled in the distant night sky.

She took a few steps forward, still smiling, and then froze, trying to remember why she was here.

She stood still for a long time.

At the center of the crossing.

The traffic lights fascinated her, especially when they changed colors.

Colors.

She liked colors.

Didn't she?...

She blinked, and then started walking again.

It wasn't exactly a straight line, but it wasn't a drunken walk either.

She remembered she was supposed to look out for policemen, but she didn't remember why.

Was she supposed to go to them?

Hide from them?

Ask them something?

Run as fast as she could?

Confused, she lit a cigarette.

"Smoking. Always smoking." she scolded herself like she was supposed to.

No.

Wait.

Wasn't that someone else?

Another drag, and a silly smile lit her face.

And she twirled again, dark hair clashing with falling rain.

Her laughter echoed softly in empty alleys

and she went around in little circles till she couldn't breathe anymore.

Tired knees hit the wet grass as she collapsed...

and a sob escaped her throat.

"Why do you cry, fair child?" he asked

As he knelt beside the girl

"I only want my memory

Its lost somewhere in this world"

They searched far and wide, but the memory was truly lost.

And then one day, it was already time for frost

So she shooed him and his sparrows to summer

and he cursed at the maiden as she bid him farewell...

But she hates him not

neither does she love

She only needs her memories to build

her stairway to the heavens above...

Till she finds those run-away memories, she needs to make new ones

So...

She laughs at the streetlights

coz they remind her of the sun

and how it will eventually destroy her.

And that could be called a memory, couldn't it?