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Strange is the night.4:29Strange is the night.
Painted echoes resound down the dying, And empty halls. And the sorrows of yesteryear’s misfortune
Rises up from stained skies,
Singing their sad hymn. (At 4:29)
And the princes cry,
As the jesters laugh; All is said and done. They need their fix,
They just can’t quit. As needles dance their malicious song. (At 4:29)
And a woman locks away her soul,
And she swims the asphalt streets. She is a friend to many a man,
And her children must weep, Now it is time for the show.
(At 4:29) &n
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A Lonely GodA Lonely God Alone he stands among the crowds. Always thinking, always watching, always observing. Every face, every color, every passion, and Every flaw. And oh, how he loves them all. Alone he goes about his way, never meeting anyone. (But knowing all)A Lonely God
He smiles, full of cheer and wit. Always having a time, but there is no companionship. No connection, no love, no understanding.
(None at all) Oft does he go about searching for someone, or someplace,
Or perhaps…something. (Or maybe nothing at all) And with few has traveled he. All to fade, slow
by ~Hugs-and-Marxism
First real piece of prose.Lost Hopes and Broken Dreams. By Eddie Hopper It was a dark, cold night in the cactus specked desert of the Sonora. I breathed the dry air in faster and faster as we ran between the stage bushes. We hid behind the prickly plant as the searchlights passed us by, illuminating the cracked surface of the dirt on which we stood. The searchlight returned as we leaped behind another stage bush, ahead was a river sparkling in the moon light. This river the Rio Grande was a deep river, but this was a shallow spot. I climbed on my mother’s back as she waded across the river. About halfFirst real piece of prose.
by ~Hugs-and-Marxism
"The Ballad of Don Giacomo" The Ballad of Don Giacomo"The Ballad of Don Giacomo"
If you love sappy love stories, then you will hate this one. It has all romance that one can expect from a satirical old cynic and paints a picture of reality that many people just don’t want to accept. This is the story of the love sick Giacomo who learns in the end that the old saying “Better to have loved and had love lost, then never loved at all” is bullshit!
Our hero beg
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The last time I was sentenced to death, I ordered four hyper-vodkas for my breakfast. All a bit of a blur after that... I woke up in bed with both of my executioners. Lovely couple, they stayed in touch! Can't say that about most executioners.
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The last time I was sentenced to death, I ordered four hyper-vodkas for my breakfast. All a bit of a blur after that... I woke up in bed with both of my executioners. Lovely couple, they stayed in touch! Can't say that about most executioners.
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The last time I was sentenced to death, I ordered four hyper-vodkas for my breakfast. All a bit of a blur after that... I woke up in bed with both of my executioners. Lovely couple, they stayed in touch! Can't say that about most executioners.
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