Adultery
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I dreamt the world came to an end yesterday In my dream there was an earthquake I saw myself, my eyes dropped at the corners... And a blind horror in them Everything was quiet People ran screaming. Quiet... Silent. Chaos... My mouth hung open. Quiet... I tasted the dust that rose from the ground that shook beneath me And my nose stung from it My legs were wide open, my knees were bent forward and my arms were spread far apart I was poised to keep a balance that would not hold... I should run but I only adjusted the space between my legs My vision was infared but I saw the sun shine behind the hill at the horizon Odd, the sun shone. Bright. But it was dark red, the clouds and the sky It was the dust Red dust... I looked to my bare feet and I saw my bloody toes grip the red sand. Back up on parallel vision my eyes rolled in my head I blinked reflexively to focus through the dust storm The hill, I thought it shook as if to get the sand and grass of its body But it was collapsing fast and ...
The truth about 2009 pg. finale 2
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Do you want to know the truth about 2009? I prayed it would end. But it couldnt come soon enough so I slept in misery, dreaming, 'Wake me up when it all ends.'. But then, I never really sleep... Im afraid of it. You are forced to accept failure; and when you have never really failed, it is exactly like hell. The smell of sulphur and scorched flesh... Exactly like hell. Brick red walls and a pit of suffering souls... Exactly like hell. The vile breath of the devil behind you and, exactly like hell. Now, 2009 is gone with all of its pain, but its truth conquers. The truth - the strength to fight failure as bloody and dirty as in fights me. You ride on a horse towards the setting sun. A heroic ending. Its like music, the sound of the hooves and the clinking of your metal armor. And its sweet, the smell of your sweat and the rising dust. Its like magic, the victory... Thats the truth about 2009. "The lessons we learn from our failures are lessons that help us succeed. And if w...
The truth about 2009 pg. finale 1
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Do you want to know the truth about 2009? A silent black and white film noir... Like 2009. I watch the blinking lights of the characters with a frown etched on my face and my bottom lip behind my teeth in concentration, and my brows draw a crease on my nose... Im a fully captivated by the mystery of the plot and sleuth desperately along with the film. At the end its quite easy to translate the clues to who the villian had been, and sometimes, in spite of yourself sympatise with... The villian... The bitter, masked and hooded antagonist. The end of the black cape escaping the murder scene. The face behind the shadowed sinister smile. The victim... The villian; posed the role rather well; abstractedly though, because only looking back do I see the fiendish mastermind of the events that occured in the order of the timeline they played out. And it is direly haunting that I played this part.. The realisation, too late, sunk you into a terrible depression. The victim; unsuspecting and alwa...