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There’s a special place familiar to ev’ry teacher who helps beginning writers improve their writing by starting with the things that the kids have written and teaching them to edit and revise and make it better but this special place exists in the works of children who don’t use any periods when they’re writing so ev’rything they write is just one long sentence that stretches to infinity and suddenly we find ourselves traipsing through the Land of No Punctuation where ev’rything’s a segue to something else and ubiquitous conjunctions blend ev’ry tale into one big stream-of-consciousness rambling soliloquy stretching through the Land of No Punctuation where ev’rything’s a run-on and no one ever has time to take a breath or to stop and think which is better than the Land of No Inflection which is monotone and flat and there’s no differentiation between someone saying “I just hit the jackpot” or “I just learned I have cancer” or “I think I’ll have a salad” or “I hate you all” but anyway we’re sprawling through the Land of No Punctuation defying all the armies of writing teachers who want you to conform to their silly rules about periods and commas and colons and quotation marks semicolons question marks brackets exclamation marks dashes and apostrophes hyphens and parentheses slashes and ellipses and Heaven knows what else . . .
Wouldn’t it be nice to take a break?
To have a pause?
Have time to think?
Wouldn’t it be nice to simply breathe?
Conclude a thought?
Begin anew?
But no . . .
As long as there’s the Land of No Punctuation then kids will always know that it’s safe to write all their rambling adventures and tortured stories with dialogue that lurches from character to character with nothing to distinguish which character is saying it where plots are full of holes and effects don’t follow causes and nouns are not specific and no one uses adverbs and grammar is atrocious and ev’rything’s misspelled and the story has no climax it just ends.
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When I was a young child I wasn’t too dense
to realize my family was not normal in the traditional sense
in that my mother would use a normal amount of words when speaking with her friends
but my father would use more words than necessary and his sentences would never end.
What I guess I’m trying to say is that my father talked a lot
in that he used more words than were actually necessary to get his point across
and I guess I kind of see the reason he did that particular sort of thing,
assuming you care more about precision than being judged as really boring.
So this went on and on for years, at least that was my sense
because it actually was quite a few years, but I think you know what I meant
And one day my mom was missing, it seems she packed her things to flee
She left a note addressed to both of us that simply said
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(Could you possibly get to the point?)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(You could say this in so many fewer words)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(Can’t take words, words, words anymore)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
Could you be a little more concise?
So I had inherited my father’s gift for extremely detailed eloquence
and when it came time to pick a career, I picked appropriately and went and
On my resume I listed almost every thing I’d ever done
except for the embarrassing parts, because I edited the thing, I’m not a complete idiot
which leads to my first job at Merriam-Webster, of whom I’ve sure you’ve heard
because they make those wonderful books that define most every word
That I had to revise and edit, and define whole new words, in addition
though I think they’re also in Urban Dictionary, if you’re in a tough position
But one day my boss at Webster (we call it that to save time, too)
called me into his office for a quarterly performance review
and while he was looking over my work over the few months that did precede
he gave me the pink slip and it simply said
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(Could you possibly get to the point?)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(You could say this in so many fewer words)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(Can’t take words, words, words anymore)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
Could you be a little more concise?
Well my career wasn’t going great, but my love life was on the up
I had met a pretty girl for whom words were her first love
Though of course I don’t mean that literally, that would actually be kinda bad
if you loved words much more than your mother or your dad
On our first date we played scrabble and on our second we crossed words
I’ve also listened to some audio books, which of course I’m sure you’ve heard
of at least of a few ones, but the point is I asked her to marry me
and we would talk about our plans and future children, it was lovely
But one day she came over to me while I was standing in the kitchen
And proceeded to ask me how my day was and for what dinner I was wishin'
and it was that sort of small talk leading into something big, you know the sound,
and while she was speaking I didn’t notice that our house was burning to the ground
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(Honey I hate to be rude but I think you’re on fire)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(Why do fire extinguishers have expiration dates?)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(It’s not like I’m going to eat the thing, really)
You’re too verbose, you’re too verbose for me
(We should probably end this song)
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3. |
Ross Durand - Catch Me
03:19
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I remember this one time I think that it was raining although its hard to remember I’ve always had a hard time with the weather but I think that you were wearing blue I think it was a dress but I never really knew how to tell blue from purple but anyway the restaurant was closed and we walked quite a ways I’m not sure we ever ate at least not on that day though I also remember lots of dinners I stared across the table at you your feet would come across sometimes without a shoe and you always had the nicest shoes even when you left them in hall and I would trip but never fall because you’d catch me - you were always there to catch me
I’m sorry if this isn’t making any sense unless it is but I just can’t tell anymore
And I’m sorry if I seem to just go on and on but nothing makes sense at all since you’ve been gone
And I remember this one time I think it was Christmas but it might have been Thanksgiving anyway I’m sure that there was pumpkin pie cause it was always your favorite and the sparkle in your eyes when we raised our glass of eggnog to each other reminded me of nights like that rainy night if it really was raining and lots of other days and nights when you would hold my hand and walk me down the street to somewhere and you took my hand that Christmas if it really was Christmas to walk me down the hall and I had had one too many and I stumbled but I didn’t fall cause you were always there to catch me - you were always there to catch me
I’m sorry if this isn’t making any sense unless it is but I just can’t tell anymore
And I’m sorry if I seem to just go on and on but nothing makes any sense since you’ve been gone
And I remember when I had to say goodbye and they wouldn’t let the kids into the hospital I still don’t know why so I took it on myself to say goodbye for them and cry for them and I took you by the hand and saw the sparkle in your eye I swear I smelled the smell of pumpkin pie and felt the touch of little raindrops and then I had to leave and had to hold myself up against the wall and I’ll have to hold myself up now I don’t what to do cause there’s no one there to catch me - you were always there to catch me
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Let's find a way for the whole human race
to survive out in space when we drain this place
Of its fossil fuels, cause we'd just be fools
Not to bend all the rules to win against nature
In the battle for life we'll be the victors
With our fists in the air, we'll cheer out
"Screw you, armadillos, screw you baboons
Screw you, cheetahs and donkeys
And Echidnas, why don't you find a better home
That's not in my backyard
Not in my driveway
And not in my parking lot"
'Cause you know, sometimes some of us just need personal space
Without all the fruit bats stealing our fruit
And the great-horned owls making us feel inferior
'Cause we are...superior
We are superior
We are superior, so
Let's find a way for the whole human race
to survive out in space when we rid this place
Of these pokey hedgehogs, they're like tiny little dogs
That you don't want to pet, 'cause they'll stab you right through the heart
In the battle for life we'll be the victors
With our fists in the air, we'll cheer out
"Screw you, ibexes, or is it screw you ibexi
Either way you're on our list
Of endangered species we need to kill
Before they kill us
With their pointy appendages"
'Cause you know, sometimes some of us just need peace of mind
Without all the jellyfish stealing our jelly
Without all the kangaroo rats pretending to be kangaroos
And we could use less of the lesser apes
'Cause we are the greater apes
We are the greatest apes, so
Let's find a way for the whole human race
to survive out in space when we nuke this place
Just to spite all the moles who might look kind of cute
But they'll dig little holes that you might just trip on
In the battle for life we'll be the victors
With our fists in the air, we'll cheer out
"Screw you, narwhals, if you still actually exist
Screw you, ostriches
And piranhas, why don't you help us out
By skeletonizing yourselves
And quail, I know you're delicious and I might still want to hunt you
But you also have to go, two by two, on the ark…TO HELL
With the ruby-throated hummingbird
The scaly-breasted lorikeet
The two-toed tree sloth
The Uinta ground squirrel
The vervet monkey
The white-lipped peccary
The x-ray tetra
The yellow-bellied sapsucker
So we finally found a way for the whole human race
To survive out in space, since we hate this place
And we found a home on the planet Zorblozu
But those mean, green Zorbloozians, they seem to hate us too
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Jutze - Squirrel
03:25
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When it comes to building cars, Germany's the best
And Germans on the Autobahn drive faster than the rest
With the pedal to the metal and reckless as can be
Just like Michael Schumacher racing down the street
Nothing that can stop us on and off the road
Be it truck or airplane, be it bicycle or boat
And with regard to soccer, I'm sure that you all know
The Germans won the World Cup while England had to go
And while we don't like to admit it, our country makes us proud
'Cos Germans are the greatest – there is really no doubt
Invincible, almighty and fearless in the night
And if there's something broken, we can fix it all right
Yes, there is nothing that we Germans cannot do
'Cos we know everything so much better than you
But as a citizen of this nation
I struggle with the pronunciation of 'squirrel'
Germans built the wall and they tore it down again
And they still miss the Deutschmark every now and then
For example when it's time to pay at the Oktoberfest
Where schnitzel, wurst and sauerkraut are easy to digest
As long as there is order, as long as there is beer
With Merkel on our side, there is nothing to fear
German maids are beautiful and German men are strong
And their Bandwurmsätze are really, really long
And all the Black Forest cuckoo's clocks are never running late
So why not book a trip and come to see the Brandenburg Gate
Enjoy some German music: Rammstein, Volksmusik
We rock you like a hurricane until you agree
That there is nothing that we Germans cannot do
'Cos we know everything so much better than you
But as a citizen of this nation
I struggle with the pronunciation of 'squirrel'
Anyway, Germans are always on time, sticking to the rules, very talented and charming, fantastic singers – like me, for example - builders, engineers, inventors, Nobel Prize winners, Friedrich Nietzsche, you know, and Dirk Nowitzki, Pope Benedict, Beethoven, Wagner, Nena, handsome German people each and every one of them, big fans of discipline, yes, that's us, and when we use sarcasm, it's always 100% obvious, smart, efficient, never making any mistakes – and most of all we are very modest!
Ja, there is nothing that we Germans cannot do
'Cos we know everything so much better than you
But as someone who grew up in this nation
I struggle with the pronunciation of 'squirrel'
Why couldn't they just call it “Eichhörnchen”? I mean, they took so many German words for the English language like Rucksack or Kindergarten and we also took some words from them like Handy or like Public Viewing – okay, we misused them, but anyway, it's so weird and I can't pronounce it; it's a tongue twister and, ah, it's driving me crazy and did you know that Chip an' Dale are called Ahörnchen and Behörnchen in German?
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6. |
Pete Murphy - Liars
03:08
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I once stared into the barrel of another life but the vision of you kept haunting me even after you'd run out of bullets so then you stuck out the tip of your serrated tongue and out spilled a gale force of violence so I backed off and tried another tack but it didn't work either now I realise there's no point in trying 'cause you'll never change always be the same this story ain't worth pursuing 'cause you've always been a...
Liar liar shame on you and your kind
Liar liar truth is something you can search for but never find
Then another time I was standing in a crowd full of people who couldn't look me in the eye for fear of showing just how evil they are so they started climbing walls to escape from the truth but the higher they climbed the further they'd fall when it all came out that honesty was the last thing to come out of their mouths so they all finally went south and drowned in a dirty ocean 'cause they're all just...
Liars liars shame on them and their kind
Liars liars truth is something they can search for but never find
And now I'm standing on my own in a room full of mirrors and I cut away the pain with a blunt pair of scissors I can't bear to be faced with my own reflection 'cause nothing helps the shame I feel I am a...
Liar liar shame on me and my kind
I'm a liar liar truth is something that I search for but never find
Liar liar shame on me and my kind
I'm a liar liar truth is something that I search for but never find... never find... never find...
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Far away in lands lost long ago there was a child young and innocent, carefree, unknowing of the things the world would bring to it,
So it ran amok and every day it played among the flowers and the trees, only the wind to guide it,
And there was no one there to warn it of the things to come and no one to tell it to prepare,
And there was no one there to warn it so it ran without a care
And when the rain fell down it lifted its head up and tasted it,
And when the rain fell down it cried and said this rain is beautiful, I admit.
Then the child, grown in part, held every day close to its heart and mastered the forsaken art of being where it wanted to be,
So it climbed atop a willow, wandering free,
And there was no one there to warn it of the things to come and no one to tell it to prepare,
And there was no one there to tell it that the rain was bad to it ran without a care
And when the rain fell down it lifted its head up and tasted it,
And when the rain fell down it cried and said this rain is beautiful, I admit.
Now the child, fully grown, who lived its life all on its own, met another child wandering free, it was
A little child, the smallest one, who’d always only known the sun, whose life had hardly just begun, with nobody to tell it what not to be,
And there was someone there now to tell of things to come and how to prepare
But the someone there just told it to wander free without a care
And when the rain fell down it said lift your head up and bathe in it,
And when the rain fell down the child smiled and said this rain is beautiful, I admit,
The rain is beautiful, isn’t it?
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I woke up the wrong way with reflections in my eggs,
and all my wishes broken
as I go on my way
in a car that’s moving slowly
while the temperature falls
so low my phone starts freezing
as I'm half-watching the road
where I pull over,
near a fight outside a store
that's in an empty building
with blood on floor where I stand and I wave my arms
as I do the right thing,
and the next thing that I know
I am an eternal being
who now has all the answers
and finally knows the truth,
which in my second sentence
I will tell all to you
because I pulled over
near a fight outside a store
that’s in an empty building
with blood on the floor where I stood as I waved my arms
as I did the right thing
and the next that I know
I am an eternal being
who now has all the answers
and finally knows the truth
which in my second sentence I will tell all to you.
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I put my life down in these letters, tried to put the past to bed, they came back "Return to Sender" (never opened, never read) in the mailbox I retrieved them as the sun was sinking low over roads--all ofthem closed--so I had nowhere to go still I "should" grow, could have stood to know what I was turning to throw myself off course, where I'm just going around and around and around, and turning the compass, losing landmarks I found, creating art by committee, inhaling smog in the city again.
Again I put the stars above the dashboard, asphalt underneath the the wheel, and voices on the radio who all want to make a deal and as I'm shrugging off their offers there's a buzzing in my brain, a whispered waking dream where no one feels need to explain ideas less than concrete,where we unite and defeat all of the monsters we made for ourselves until we're going around and around and around, clutching the carousel, awash in the sound of a chorus that makes us and breaks us all down again.
Shifting sand through our hands, I still can't do the conversion of results out of plans, so I'm left stuck in recursion going around and around and around, clutching the carousel, awash in the sound of a chorus that makes us and breaks us down until we're going around and around and around dreaming of clear blue sky while we kiss underground until we make an excursion it's all a recursion again, again, again.
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What am I, a mere assortment of synapses that creates an electrical network that I experience as thoughts and feelings, or am I something more than the sum of my signals, which are merely elements of my being a sentient life form that can observe and interpret it's own existence by the thoughts it possesses, or are those thoughts just dreamlike patterns in the electrical network of my mind which even now feels as if it has awoken from yet another sleep, a dream where I contemplated the nature of self and whether or not my existence has meaning, or is inherently meaningless?
What is the nature of this existence that I am living?
Am I just cables and wires, or do I have a soul?
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Son, you need to know
There are a million ways to die
Because this world is messed up,
I don’t know the reasons why,
And there are calamities everywhere,
So many death traps to evade
That I worry that you’ll perish
Every time you go to play
So I’m telling you this list
And you better listen close
So you know all the safe things
And the ones that hurt the most
Because you can’t swim in lava
Or survive mile high falls
And sometimes your friends are jerks
Who pummel you with snowballs
Or shoot you with arrows
Or blow you up with TNT
And watch for falling anvils
And random bolts of lightning
And everything else on this list
Is something you should know
So you stay near the safe things
Not the ones that hurt you most
Like the prick of cacti
Or the happenstance of drowning
Or when you forget to eat
Then die by starving
Which isn’t like withering
But still kind of the same
So you really should stay in
Because it isn’t safe to play
Because of everything on this list
Is something you should know
So you should stay home
Not near the things that hurt you most.
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We got
one cart, one horse in this podunk town,
one job to do, the kind that beats you down
but you ain't gonna find me hangin' 'round
'cause I'm not the kind for that, you'll find I'm
not gonna spend my whole life at the mill
wonderin' and waitin' and wasting until
I am old and I'm grey and I'm too tired to care
like everybody else workin' shift down there but
I'll be a doctor, a lawyer, a cop
'cause nothing can stop me from reaching the top;
an ambitious young man... with a head full of dreams.
I've got...
one girl, one heart, one love to bind
me to Heaven on Earth, one chance to find
the man inside me she needs but I'm not blind
'cause there's still time for her to find I'm
not gonna spend my whole life at the mill
wonderin' and waitin' and wasting until
I am old and I'm grey and I'm too tired to care
like everybody else workin' shift down there but
my family needs food and a roof o'er their heads
so I'll put off my dreams for a new day ahead
A responsible man... has no time for dreams.
[instrumental break. Time passes]
And the candles on top of my cake
Spread like wildfire year after year
And the bills and tuition have made it their mission
To keep me imprisoned right here.
I've got
one life to live, just a day at a time
one ankle chained to the daily grind, cause
you've got to sacrifice, but no one explained
you've gotta throw the dice with the rice,
and now I have spent my whole life at the mill
wonderin' and waitin' and wasting until
I am old and I'm grey and I'm too tired to care
like everybody else workin' shift down here
and I think back to the youth that I'd wasted away
and I know that it's time that I called it a day
'cause a man past his prime has no time for dreams.
And the candles on top of my cake
burn with bonfire brightness this year
And my sons and my daughters and all the grands
are crowded around me so near;
and as I look upon them my heart nearly stops
There they are; the doctor, the lawyer, the cop
And I wonder that I've been so blind
that I never could see...
All of the dreams that I ever had
have come home to say to me, "We love you, Dad."
Not too bad...
for a man...
with no time for dreams.
Not too bad for a man with no time for dreams.
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When you asked me softly, dear
"What is it that you love,"
I had to stop and look up
at the purple sky above, and say,
I love the sun
because it lights up your face,
the moon because
it lets you fill my nights with grace
the ground that you walk on
'cause it holds you up so high
the stars reflecting light from you
that brighten up the sky
the oceans big, forever wide
that go eternal deep
the mountains just as solid
as the promise that I keep
the sunrise every morning
meaning one more day with you
the sunset leaving me at peace
the same way that you do
but if I had to choose just one thing
over all I ever knew
I would have to say it loud,
I love you
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14. |
James Young - Last Words
02:52
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The pain's the thing I fear most
Because I don't believe in ghosts
Or judgements issued by a man
Who doesn't even understand
The beauty of the things I've done
Just sees a madman with a gun
But I have become so much more
So soon they'll lead me out that door
And ask me what I've left to say
Before they steal my life away
Oh baby
You know that I don't fear death
The fading light, the final breath
But when they strap me to that chair
I'll offer up a single prayer
To thank the Lord for his support
And though my mission was cut short
Somebody will complete the task
Without me being here to ask
They'll know exactly what to do
Long after I am cold & blue
Oh baby
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Johnny's in the basement
Worried 'bout the government
Tapping all the cell phones
Killing you with flying drones
Phasing out the one cent
Is this where all the taxes went?
Black choppers in the sky
The pyramid all- seeing eye
RFI chip up your nose
Poison you with GMO's
Toothpaste filled with flouride
Had an affair with princess Di
We'll be lizard people soon
Faked the landing on the moon
Stop by Area 51
Autopsy a rubber alien
Naked chemtrails in the air
What's up with Justin Beiber's hair?
New coke and classic coke
I think the president had a stroke
Killer bees, clover honey
We're going to electronic money
Freemasons have a secret handshake
Where was all the yellowcake?
The war in drugs -- CIA
Same ones that killed JFK
Celebrate New world Order
Trans Texas corridor
GM killed the electric car
Elvis's head lives in a jar
Never been a Bigfoot sighted
But a fake McCartney knighted
Who built the pyramids
Do you believe in giant squids
Is that the wrong North Pole
Going down the rabbit hole.
I've got a theory...
I've got a theory...
I've got a theory...
I've got a theory...
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I crave your consent cuz my limbs won't bend without you ordering me to move and stop looking like an idiot, an iddy biddy bigot, who likes to stand by and just obey anybody that got a good melody and knows their shit who'll make me ask for it bit by bit and make me last till it's over with, who'll make me hawk and spit out their cum and shit and make me take a hit from that hooka-schmidt, who'll make me look in awe cuz of the size of it and will even drink my banana split as I'll throw a hissy fit cuz I won't submit, I gotta stick with it cuz now I'll sit on it! Ohh, I will rock your cock so good... They say... Eat shit, pig... I say, take laxatives, I'll open my mouth up and wait for shit to drop out of your asshole, into my mouth-hole, give ten percent, feel discontent cuz you wanted me to eat some more of your shit, just like a whore. Nevermore! That's what you said. Come scream some more, I'll show you that I can kill a whore like you and Ivette on the shore where I slit her throat and I began to gloat cuz I stole your coat and rode a mountain goat and then drove a boat to escape from the scene of the crime and admire the sublime beauty of the night as the moon shone on the ocean that I was driving my new boat on... I was still sitting on my mountain goat while I was driving the boat and I practically floated on top the waves, jumping up and down and falling in love with the sound of the ocean waves and the fresh smell of the sea that sneaked all up in my nose. And it was at that moment that I saw my reflection in a puddle of water, that had formed on the boat cuz of the waves trying to swallow me and my goat a whole, and I realized that I never wiped that cum from my face and that it has now dried and my eyes began to widen in shock as I then realized what I had done and I fell into a state of depression that I would never be able to break cuz I literally ate shit! And I was about to lose it and go absolutely crazy for the first time in my life and I almost lost my temper and killed myself in a blaze of glory by blowing up this entire boat but then I looked down into the innocent, beautiful eyes of that mountain goat and it was not judging me and it was calm and relaxed and it looked at me as if it was trying to say, I love you, man. Just chill out and take another hit from that bong, dude. You'll see that everything will be fine... And I said, Okay, you're right, Yagi! I won't kill myself cuz I got you, man! Ohh, I love you, Yagi! And that will never change! And cuz you're here, I won't do it, man! This ship ain't going down for shit, dude! You saved my life, Yagi! I love you, Yagi...
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Once upon a time there was a young boy,
a restless aberration,
who only knew the wrong side of the tracks
until a young girl,
searching for the romance
so perfect in the movies,
wandered off and crossed the young boy’s path,
and when their eyes met
they could see that it was perfect,
except they knew their parents
would never let them fill each other’s lives,
and so they ran away
and battled all the odds
and proved that this was not just
some adolescent misdirected lie,
and it was happily ever after…
…So they got married
at a chapel in the country,
then found a cheap apartment
which felt like a stately pleasure dome decreed
until the days passed
and they fell into routine,
and life began to slap a tarnish
upon the perfect world that they had dreamed,
and while the passion
that forged their lives together
was drowning in complacence,
Eternity was making up its mind
about the young boy
whose head had never settled
and the girl whose cherished childhood
romantic dreams were long left far behind,
and it was after happily ever after.
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I was just sitting there going through Pinterest looking at some really cute cat pics, when Pete called up, Pete Davis, not Pete next door, and complained about how he had spent all of yesterday at the vet getting stitches for his dog, the little one, Mitzy, not the pit bull, 'cause Mitzy had gotten in a fight with that ferret, you know the one that keeps getting out and digging in our garden?, but really, he just went on and on and then when he finally stopped for a breath I tried to get a word in edgewise and tell him about our new roses and how they are blooming early, but Pete had to go because someone was honking outside his house and he had to go and se what's up and since we can see Pete's house out our back window, I ran upstairs to see if I could see what was going on, but it turned out to just be someone honking at Pete's dog, the pit bull this time, because Mitzy is still on bedrest, so then I went back to the office to try to get some more work done, but I only had ten minutes before the conference call with Austin , and you know how rough those can be, so I had to get all my notes in order and call in five minutes early to touch base with Mike and Rushin about the Berlin deal because you know how big that is and the Austin people will want to know where we're at with that, but apparently There's a problem with the contract for the site so obviously that call didn't go so well and then Mike says Jim quit so now I have to take over the Southeast accounts, so that took the rest of the afternoon and when I was about to get back to my regular work, the phone rang again, but it was Lucy this time, Lucy who owns that ferret which it seems had gotten out again and she was wondering if I had seen "poor, lost Mister Raggles," so I had to go out to the garden to see if that stupid tube-rat was digging in the strawberries again, but it wasn't, and I told her so, promising to keep an eye out, though I wanted to tell her what I thought about that ridiculous animal, but if I did that I probably wouldn't get to watch the game on Jack's widescreen, so I held my peace, but I swear the next time that weasel gets in our garden I'm setting traps and telling Lucy that Mister Raggles has run off to join the weasel circus and I know Jack will laugh silently to himself 'cause he's told me himself how he feels about that thing, so I can't believe that the majority of my day was spent dealing with a delinquent rodent, but enough about me, how was yours?
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