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Disillusionment..Reality..Fiction..: The Seven against Thebes
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009. The Seven against Thebes. Great Thebes,the mighty walled, I see. The seven gated town. Where brothers reigining annually .passed too and fro the crown. Till Eteocles,despite the law.refuses with a frown. And the mighty Polyneices wars. they burnt the city to the ground. The champions of argos, strive before each fearsome gate. Of seven who'll remain alive, is in the hands of fate. The brothers,at each others hand,are both for hades bound. My personal favourite bit is the br...
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Disillusionment..Reality..Fiction..: October 2009
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Wednesday, October 7, 2009. A picture can be magic. He was in a fret. Because he didn't know where to start.or how to. How would he go about recreating to magic of memory without the proper tools? After brooding about it.a sudden thought struck him.he DIDN'T need any tools! He could start on any blank surface.it didn't have to be a canvas or even a proper paper. All it needed to be was white. We call it white because we need a word but its true name is "nothing". A jarring smudge on the white. Murphy's l...
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Disillusionment..Reality..Fiction..: revisiting an old indulgence
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Disillusionment..Reality..Fiction..: August 2009
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009. The blue depths call. Ever, in happiness, he had gone to the mountains. Some of the happiest times had been spent there. and anyone who mattered had shared the serene beauty with him…. Ever, in sadness, he had run to the sea. During times of sorrow and loss, standing ankle deep at the edge, had always been a solace. A feeling that could not be shared. Like a friend one meets after many long years yet no words are necessary. An ever patient acceptance. Wednesday, August 12, 2009.
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Disillusionment..Reality..Fiction..: January 2010
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Thursday, January 28, 2010. Old habits.Promises.Lies. Ages since I heard your voice,. This is far from what would be my choice,. I'd give anything to see you smile,. Like a dawn I haven't seen in such a while,. I dream about you all the time,. Being with you is more than sublime,. You let me know I wasn't alone,. And showed me I wasn't on my own. So never forget my promise to you,. I will wait as I have to,. No matter what happens or how it hurts,. You will never have to go on a search,. Last One here...
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Disillusionment..Reality..Fiction..: October 2011
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Monday, October 17, 2011. Revisiting an old indulgence. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Murphy's law."anything that can go wrong.will go wrong". Provided by Inteliture.com. View my complete profile. Revisiting an old indulgence. Recreating nani house in Paris. Prediksi Togel Singapura Pools Hari Ini Kamis 12 Maret 2015. Comics Land - download all kind of comics and game manuals you want. Grimm Fairy Tales #68. Last One here. but its not over yet! The contradictory simple statements.
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Disillusionment..Reality..Fiction..: December 2009
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Tuesday, December 8, 2009. Sing for the day. As I gaze upon the sea of life,. And see Death's valleybefore me lie;. I feel assured I leave this strife,. To rest in peace. To rest forever beneath the sky. But hark a voice calls to me. Be still and hear me". Who is this intelligence I see. Staring in disbelief at me? With gentle regard and kindly smile. Listen to me, my lost chile. For you must sing as sweetly as you can. Sing all the tunes you know. Sweet is the life springing from death,. And I see….
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Disillusionment..Reality..Fiction..: These are the days..
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Friday, April 15, 2011. These are the days. It's crazy how you meet hundreds of people through your life. Brushing by each other. but none of them every really touch you. And then just one person changes everything. Makes you feel like your already everything you'll ever need to be. So yes,Paul Simon, these are truly the days of miracle and wonder. Congrats on having met that person :) ). April 15, 2011 at 1:25 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Provided by Inteliture.com. View my complete profile.
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Disillusionment..Reality..Fiction..: May 2009
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009. The door creaked as she pushed it open, the rusty hinges protesting after months of disuse and bad weather. Almost as if they were unhappy at this intrusion into their private world. A thick layer of dust coated every surface.it was difficult to imagine people had once lived here. As the door grudgingly opened to her pressure, as dust motes danced in the sunlight let in from behind her. And it seemed it seemed life had returned to the empty house. And it was gone. After what seemed...
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Disillusionment..Reality..Fiction..: The last dance
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Monday, November 23, 2009. Just when he thought that love had gone. Life was but shades of grey. She came into his life one day. As one last flimsy thread was drawn. Hope, had once again found a way. What used to elude him more and more. Yet she touched the center of his core. Being with her, he'd agree,. Unleashed his fear and set it free. With disbelief his heart would ask. Would this become another snare? Will pain itself remove its mask. To face true love without a care? In solitude his heart awaits.
