my so called --- Angst...

"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

kurai...

how dark these days are...
hope, where art thou?
i am not amused by these savage times...
and faint flickering light across the river's mist bed is no consolation.
your heart...
a piece of it lingers in your desolated resolve.
you see the tin man?
he longs for a heart...
and yet, you so willingly dispose of yours!
you will never again smile...
never again cry... nor laugh... or even be moved by movies.
for you, as you've said, have thrown away your heart...
and have been numbed to evil's point.

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: Name: Kyubey; Location: Narnia, Philippines

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They say Divas have attitude... well, do I?

"When you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun, then you grow up and learn to be cautious; you could break a bone, or a heart.
You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you.
And in life, there is no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?"

Carrie, thanks for this one...
"You shouldn't have to sacrifice who you are just because somebody else has a problem with it."

she's just full of wonders, that miss Bradshaw... from her... "Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away."

another Carrie-ism... "Later that day I got to thinking about fairy tales. What if Prince Charming had never shown up? Would Snow White have laid in that glass box forever? Or would she have gotten up, spit out the apple, gotten a job and a health care plan and moved on with her life?"

Carrie speaks her mind... "While women are certainly no strangers to faking it - we've faked our hair color, cup size, hell, we've even faked fur. I couldn't help but wonder, has fear of being alone suddenly raised the bar on faking? Are we faking more than orgasms? Are we faking entire relationships? Is it better to fake it than be alone?"