| It's a political thing. The hero vs. the people, his 'adoring' public. I really like it. |
| It's a political thing. The hero vs. the people, his 'adoring' public. I really like it. |


It Ought to Come Like Leaves..Two men are in the study. One is lying comfortably on a thick rug in front of a crackling hearth. The other is stretched out on the room's couch, idly twirling his pen.It Ought to Come Like Leaves..
The books go ignored. Blank paper has seized their attention.
The clock ticks loudly. Children's laughter can be heard from outside. It is snowing. The study's heavy door cannot block out the sounds of footsteps.
The poet on the floor seizes a nearby scrap of paper and scribbles hastily. He writes four lines and then passes it to his friend. The friend takes it, reads it slowly, and frowns faintly. He hands it back to his companion.  


Hedge Crickets SingWe threw jackets over sweaters because leaves were decomposing and snow was falling. But it could have been because I was trying to prevent my heart from decomposing and you were trying to protect yours from falling in love.Hedge Crickets Sing
Jackets are thin shields against the whims of the universe (or what have you).
"You're lovely, sweetie, but I'm not the girl for you."
Thus begins the process of your heart--or maybe the snow as it hits the pavement--melting into nothing.
It's not nice to watch. I'm half-tempted to apologize but this is the best protection against the universe I can give. Your newfound a


Staring Straight AheadAwakeawakeawake! Senseless word.Staring Straight Ahead
I want to see you smile, grim metro-rider. We aren't human on the street until we trip and curse and someone helps us pick up our stuff. We smile and thank them. Then we are gloriously human. Sharing an awkward moment with a stranger on the sidwalk, apologizing over spilled coffee, connecting for a moment. A firefly flickering on for a moment. Sometimes I worry about humanity but then someone cheerfully gives me directions to China Grill. I was walking the wrong way.


Little Rationit went like this: "hey sweetheart. how are you?"Little Ration
we were a natural fit, two lost pieces coming together. gray eyes met blue and we knew this wasn't ordinary. looking out for each other and sharing far too much time, we were like the sun and the moon finally catching up to one another. or a better analogy in our case, a journalist finally getting his scoop. you're the ink to my pen, hand in hand we are. although others would rather us back to back, not exchanging looks across the room.
they do not have the sense of humor we have. you're the Regis to my Kelly, prob
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There is your opinion and there is my opinion and the world's opinion. There is no good or evil. Just opinion.
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There is your opinion and there is my opinion and the world's opinion. There is no good or evil. Just opinion.
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There is your opinion and there is my opinion and the world's opinion. There is no good or evil. Just opinion.
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"you can't eat books, sweetheart."
have you heard the latest Rise Against album?
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There is your opinion and there is my opinion and the world's opinion. There is no good or evil. Just opinion.
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"you can't eat books, sweetheart."
The songs are good, but I think I like The Sufferer and the Witness better.
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There is your opinion and there is my opinion and the world's opinion. There is no good or evil. Just opinion.
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