08-31-2014, 12:01 AM
billy wrote:AND AFTER ALL THIS--IN THIS PLACE OF PAIN--IS WHERE I WANT TO WRITE A BOOK FROM-- I don't know exactly, but to tell someone else in the loneliness of a a very sad life story--that I KNOW their story--that I KNOW this is virtually everyone's story-- that I'll find a way to be okay here Better than okay --that it's possible. OMGIn sight, lit up - the silver shadow dances in pain. Sure, she moves, a conduit of this music and so song plays on, this grand stage of any set, any intro, any play..
"Cuz as me the almost-man looks up into that town, I can hear the 146 men who remain. I can hear every ruddy last one of them. Their Noise washes down the hill like a flood let loose right at me, like a fire, like a monster the size of the sky cuz there’s nowhere to run." -The Knife of Never Letting Go
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"Cuz as me the almost-man looks up into that town, I can hear the 146 men who remain. I can hear every ruddy last one of them. Their Noise washes down the hill like a flood let loose right at me, like a fire, like a monster the size of the sky cuz there’s nowhere to run." -The Knife of Never Letting Go
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