by nelison » 9/26/2004, 12:36 pm
Just in case these were overlooked by all the drunkeness I'll post them again lol.
A couple more... The first is really odd, i had a lot of seperate words in my head that I wanted to flush out on paper, and this is how it came out. The second is something thats been in my head since elementary school. Our school renamed it's nickname from The knights to the phoenix and we used to make fun of how the name meant we'd get beat and then come back to get beat again... hope you enjoy.
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Now this is where the story gets interesting. I lay before the street, and a bay of water disgraces my tarnished plaid. The Canadian mountie deflates. The gutter insists, and I can’t help but wonder what may have been. This gutter is only as empty as nature’s will. Some day’s it fills to the brim, and like today spills out into the street. Other’s it remains course, dry and dehydrated. It is, what we are.
As I said, the story gets interesting from this point onward, as what happened in the past is of barely any relevance to where this story may head. I, like the gutter, fill and relieve, and with each draught, only the future will be needed. What rain it received yesterday means nothing today.
I knew this lady, I mean, I know this lady. Remember the past is irrelevant. Her name is Dawn. Sad sap she is. Love her to death though. Don’t now where she is now though. I was her gutter. I am her gutter.
There’s a love that not one man can relinquish. Its hard to overcome but hard to relieve. It clogs our pipes and forces us to tredge. That’s how I got here. Maybe the past is relevant. Who knew?
5.
You wanna know something? Being a phoenix would be the worst thing in the world. Think about it. You live, you die, you live, you die. What would be the point? Somewhat counter productive wouldn’t it be? Of course it would. And that’s what so great about it. We are all counter-productive, just like the phoenix. Constantly we are shot down, and attempt to build ourselves back again. From the ashes we rise, only to be shot down by someone much smarter, stronger, and better than us, only to rise again to certain defeat. The call this something. The man who keeps making the same mistakes over and over again. You know what he is? An idiot. Better yet, A stupid Idiot. Brilliant.
I can't wait until the day schools are over-funded and the military is forced to hold bake sales to buy planes.
"It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about"