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The Night Finds Us Wanting

THE NIGHT FINDS US WANTING

The end had come at last upon the bright blue day And its sister night had woken up to take its post. The young men that were breaking their backs in the fields Let loose a whoop and hollered at the setting of the sun. And the businessmen in the great buildings downtown Sighed and wished to go home to their mistresses, But instead they stayed in their spacious offices With the irreplaceable fern in the corner, Set there to brighten up their day. The wives of the farmers had prepared a meal And the family of seven sat graciously after a h

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the big nothingThat estuary reeks for release. Some tide flows inandout like time, like a gate. And the calf feels impending strike of light and brilliance. The form of a hammer. A dark incandescence that flutters about in space Alights on innocence. And I am that opaque black shining And I am that calf lowing For I know. And you, too. Youfeelit. Somesoftburning. Somedarklight. We cast asunder the fetters of calfhood. We low deeper. We fall more. Some daylight winks and we face chaos, hands empty. Wondering. Breaking necks and bones fasten fate. The stars carry stoneless ideas tow the big nothing
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Solemn and GreyThe candle flame flickers on a desk made of oak And he’s hunched over a book of prophecies, Squinting to make out the last words on the page As the cock unruffles his wings out a closed window.
The page is turned and new light is shed for him As new light is shed on the open plains outside; Opens plains of possibilities that are razed By the flame of a candle on an oaken desk.
He does not stretch out his young aching muscles He does not blink his young dying eyes But continues to read and read his book of prophecies As the swimming loon laughs at the midday s Solemn and Grey
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Current Residence: LSU. O-H! I-O! Idiots. Go back to Columbus with your tail between your legs.
Interests: writing my novel... It's way too hard to do, so don't attempt it.
Favourite movie: The Big Lebowski, Lock Stock & Two Smoking Barrels, Igby Goes Down, The Fountain
Favourite band or musician: Red House Painters, Sparklehorse, the Decemberists, Damien Rice, Neutral Milk Hotel
Favourite genre of music: indie shit and lyrically sound and inventive shit
Favourite artist: John Martin
Favourite poet or writer: John Donne and Neil Gaiman
Operating System: caffeine and alcohol
Skin of choice: lightly tanned caucasian, and maybe a few freckles.
Favourite game: Just the tip.
Favourite gaming platform: Great big hills to roll down
Favourite cartoon character: Myself
Personal Quote: Meet me in the bar. We'll have breakfast.
Tools of the Trade: Keyboard, hands, and some random things like pencils

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*snicph Dec 28, 2007, 12:22:53 AM

Thanks a lot for the

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Cheers from Denmark

~Redid Jul 30, 2007, 5:58:14 AM

Thank you very very much for the fav, I appreciate it a lot!

Have a nice day

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~originill Jan 12, 2006, 1:01:14 PM

if heaven is such a wonderful place then how come dying on the cross was such a big fucking sacrafice?

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