Oh Captain, my Captain...Gates My Dear Captain William Gates,Oh Captain, my Captain...Gates
I have read that you receive 4 million emails a day. Though, no doubt you grow tired of the weaker public, infected by the bitter disease that is poverty, I beseech you, hear my request! As one might expect, I'm quite sure your letters are screened for quality, and rightfully so! May only the best word of the public be brought before your very acute and regal ears! What lovely ears haves't thou!!! Ahem, sorry. I've come to be carried away far by even the thought that you might spy my fortunate words!
As I w
To know is death.Bury me under a sea of watchful eyes, judging, bathed and drowning in their wrath, this is the way of our world, this is just how things are,To know is death.
to escape it means death of some sort, maybe I'm just too afriad, will my eyes darken, will i lose my senses?
oh, but to have my wits about me, once again, like those that bore me through childhood, i see now stack of smoke, and so burn the fires of industry,
these flames feed on flesh, the bones are no more than reminders, how can one man be like this, to do this to his brother, &n
of sleep deprivation and idleness.
Neglect
and you've definitely got something good going with your writing. good luck, and don't worry too much about living up to your own expectations. I don't know if anyone really ever does.
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How could I see the future if it didn't already exist?
cheers from France.
Soon.
Y.
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No time to read it all before class, so I'm coming back to it. I gotta tell you though, my pre-coffee brain is now mumbling "It's all about the nog...". Thanks man, I needed that. Great, now I'm hearing Anthrax... Ha! The holiday I'm The Man mix. Ouch.
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Imagining is a dangerous occupation.
Art is a compulsion.
No masks are worn beyond the mirror where buterflies bite...
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