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| Fragments For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!
- White Nights -- Fyodor Dostoevsky
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| When My Mind Lies Open... If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here, While these visions did appear; And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend. If you pardon, we will mend. -Act V Scene 2 A Midsummer Night's Dream
(i wrote this when i woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. the flow of it resembles a dream to me. it has several errors and overloads the speakers on the louder parts, but i still feel like posting it. perhaps because i haven't posted anything since march. do people still use xanga? ) | | |
| Play on, Maverick! ...listen to this one. because this world just doesn't have enough generic saloon music. (i wrote this one for that LEGO movie) | | |
| THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER "I shall perish," said he, "I must parish in this deplorable folly. This, this and not otherwise, shall I be lost. I dread the events of the future, not in themselves, but in their results. I shudder at the thought of any, even the most trivial, incident, which may operate upon this intolerable agitation of soul. I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect – in terror. In this unnerved – in this pitiable condition – I feel that the period will sooner or later arrive when I must abandon life and reason together, in some struggle with the grim phantasm, FEAR."
"Oh whither shall I fly ?
Will she not be here anon ?
Is she not hurrying to upbraid me for my haste ?
Have I not heard her footstep on the stair ?
Do I not distinguish that heavy and horrible beating of her heart ?
Madman! Madman! I tell you that she now stands
Without the door!" | | |
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