"The spirit is most often free when the body is satiated with pleasure, indeed, sometimes the stars shine more brightly seen from the gutter than from the hilltop"-
W. Somerset Maugham
Split Screen Sadness...And I don't know where you went when you left me but Says here in the water you must be gone by now I can tell somehow One hand on the trigger of a telephone Wondering when the call comes Where you say it's alright You got your heart right Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight We share the sadness Split screen sadness Two wrongs make it all alright tonight All you need is love is a lie cause We had love but we still said goodbye Now we're tired, battered fighters And it stings when it's nobody's fault Cause there's nothing to blame at the drop of your name It's only the air you took and the breath you left Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight So I'll check the weather wherever you are Cause I wanna know if you can see the stars tonight It might be my only right We share the sadness Split screen sadness I called Because I just Need to feel you on the line Don't hang up this time And I know it was me who called it over but I still wish you'd fought me 'til your dying day Don't let me get away Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me So I can say this is the way that I used to be There's no substitute for time Or for the sadness Split screen sadness We share the sadness-John Mayer ------------------
First Cut Is The Deepest...I would have given you all of my heart But there's someone who's torn it apart And he's taken just all that I had But if you want I'll try to love again Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried And I'm sure going to give you a try And if you want I'll try to love again (tryyy) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried But I'm sure gonna give you a try 'Cause if you want I'll try to love again (try to love again) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know, the first cut is the deepest When it come to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst The first cut is the deepest baby i know The first cut is the deepest try to love again...-Sheryl Crow
I rejoiced at that headline, if only because it lifts my screenplay, Claws of Fury: Night of the Badger, one small bit closer to the glory of the silver screen. "Unrealistic," they said in narrow-minded Hollywood. Think Jaws mixed with the first Alien movie, but with a badger, and Elisabeth Rohm in the lead. "As the badger?" they asked. Morons! But I digress . .
A headline like this opens us up to new possibilities. Walking home late at night, we might now nervously sniff the air, hoping not to catch the scent of badger in the breeze. We might become suspicious of all badgers, even those we have known for many years. At some level, the headline leads us to question what other completely silly sounding dangers may be all too terrifyingly real.
I knew when I read the badger story that it could not have been written in the U.S., because in the U.S. the badger attack would have instantly been linked to terrorism and al-Qaeda. "Gentlemen," the briefing would begin, "these satellite images [insert blurry black and white photo] show a location which, according to unconfirmed sources, is in active use as a badger training camp." [Gasps from
the audience.] "These badgers, using tooth and claw and perhaps more advanced weapons obtained on the black market, prepare terror attacks against the U.S. and its allies. Not all badgers have converted to militant fundamentalist Islam, and in fact many are still Protestants, but the number of badger extremists is growing day by day . . ."
Today's badger threat level: Yellow.
(Author's note: Realm of the Palace Princess is one of my favorite blogs, though I live in Oregon and have never met its author. I couldn't pass up a chance to write a guest post here. -- Iron Monkey)
Second Opinion.. The glow inside another red-crossed pelvis will drain when they crush that little bulb. Menstrual minstrels drift in from the weedless garden. The immaculate blue flame from the fake fireplace burns in the corner of my eye. Can't stop staring at nothing. A gloved hand opens the door, and the man enters soothingly, with an air of respect for the dead. Encourages us to look on the bright side. Black pants hide your pain afterwards, and there's a cookie on a napkin and a paper cup of red juice to replace your strength. We drive home without blinking because the sun isn't real .. .
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