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A hundred roads
A thousand unknowns
All spring around me
Like a cool summer breeze
And I do not know
Which path I should go
But is it enough
To just sit under the trees?
With you, it's never been easy
We're two different colors,
believe me
I'm red, what are you?
If I was dead, would you kiss me?
And we're faced with impossibilities
Mirrors made of our own eyes
And as they tip the probabilities
I look into your eyes
and ask
But what of the light?
And what of the dirt?
What of the tears?
What of the hurt?
What do they compare
To a heart laid bare?
Tell me, what of them?
Can we ignore them?
A million cars
A billion stars
All shining with paint
Zoom by both of us
A trillion cells
A single bell
Ring and beat within
The feelings we trust
With me, it's all been down
I've been crushed silently
without a sound
You're free, what about me?
If you were me, I'd lift you from the ground
And we're faced with impossibilities
Mirrors made of our own eyes
And as they tip the probabilities
I look into your eyes
and ask
But what of the light?
And what of the dirt?
What of the tears?
What of the hurt?
What do they compare
To a heart laid bare?
Tell me, what of them?
Can we ignore them?
Yes, say it with me
Yes, you gotta believe me
Yes, is it so hard to say?
Yes, I'll say it everyday
Yes
Yes
I'll do my best
Or at least try
A thousand unknowns
All spring around me
Like a cool summer breeze
And I do not know
Which path I should go
But is it enough
To just sit under the trees?
With you, it's never been easy
We're two different colors,
believe me
I'm red, what are you?
If I was dead, would you kiss me?
And we're faced with impossibilities
Mirrors made of our own eyes
And as they tip the probabilities
I look into your eyes
and ask
But what of the light?
And what of the dirt?
What of the tears?
What of the hurt?
What do they compare
To a heart laid bare?
Tell me, what of them?
Can we ignore them?
A million cars
A billion stars
All shining with paint
Zoom by both of us
A trillion cells
A single bell
Ring and beat within
The feelings we trust
With me, it's all been down
I've been crushed silently
without a sound
You're free, what about me?
If you were me, I'd lift you from the ground
And we're faced with impossibilities
Mirrors made of our own eyes
And as they tip the probabilities
I look into your eyes
and ask
But what of the light?
And what of the dirt?
What of the tears?
What of the hurt?
What do they compare
To a heart laid bare?
Tell me, what of them?
Can we ignore them?
Yes, say it with me
Yes, you gotta believe me
Yes, is it so hard to say?
Yes, I'll say it everyday
Yes
Yes
I'll do my best
Or at least try
Literature
Zombie Survival Guide
Zombie Survival Guide
Daniel H@#&- Demented One
V.1
A common staple in many B-movies, Zombies are often depicted as taking over the world. Having watched many of those movies I have decided to compile my own Zombie Survival Guide after reading the one at Kuro5hin.org. This guide will be posted in many places I know of so that if anyone comments I will be able to make a better one later. To date I have not read Max Brook's Zombie Survival Guide, though I intend to. As for the debate I've seen on the Fast Zombies vs. Slow Zombies, this guide is written with Slow Zombies in mind, for if they are really dead bodies they would have se
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The quiet ones
The Quiet Ones
It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for:
the ones who sit in class, doodling in their notebooks.
Alone they're harmless and keep to themselves.
But don't be fooled, their brains are a flurry of activity.
Put two or more of them together, and you'll wonder what the heck happened.
These "quiet ones" start talking, start plotting.
They've planned each other's brutal deaths....multiple times.
They've discussed the zombie apocalypse....and how they'd start it.
The end of the world has four backup plans....to ensure its demise.
And you can almost guarantee your death has been penciled in for next Tuesday.
So be caref
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ALONE
No one can see the pain that we hide,
They're happy for us to keep it inside,
Our fear is our own; they don't want to know,
Why sould we involve them; why should it show.
You live your whole life in confusion and fear,
The need to feel something unbearably near,
Half of you living, Half of you gone,
And inside you know what your doing is wrong.
The thing's that can help, the thing's that may heal,
Are the flame or the blade and the sting of the steel,
The destruction of skin means the death of your soul,
But there's nowhere to run when your living alone.
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I love it ^-^