mw
- user since
- Fri Oct 21 2005 at 05:43:43 (3.1 years ago )
- last seen
- Sun Jun 25 2006 at 17:02:37 (2.4 years ago )
- number of write-ups
- 21 - View mw's writeups (feed)
- level / experience
- 0 (Initiate) / 410
- mission drive within everything
- I like to sleep on inlet's fold-out couch.
- specialties
- Madrigals and Choral odes
- school/company
- Diploma of Writing and Editing - which I will one day complete. I dabbled in Sound Production for a while, and I dribbled on a bar stool once.
- motto
- A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere... - John Fowles
- most recent writeup
- Faith and Desire in We were built to swim for eighty years
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You are a waterfall Waiting inside a well You are a wrecking ball Before the building fell And every lightning rod Has got to watch the storm cloud come. And I've heard of pious men And I've heard of dirty fiends But you don't often hear Of us ones in between And I've heard of creatures Who eat their babies; And I wonder if they stop To think about the taste. I saw the sun go down Outside of Arkansas; And I saw the sun come up Somewhere in Illinois. And in the darkness I taught myself to hate. But where were you, oh where were you? And where the fuck did the sun go? And I am a creature. And I am surviving. And I want to be alone But I want your body. So when you eat me, Mother and baby, Oh baby, mother me, Before you eat me. And you should always pass When you get the inside lane. Don't pull your hair out; I won't pull my hair out. For I have never seen a sun That did not bury his head in the side of the world When day is done. You are a waterfall Waiting inside a well You are a wrecking ball Before the building fell And I will mutter like a lover Who speaks in tongues, oh he speaks in tongues. Oh I speak in tongues. |