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Date Posted: 20:53:37 10/04/02 Fri
Author: Rook
Subject: . . .
In reply to: r � v i s h 's message, ":the architect:" on 20:37:58 10/04/02 Fri

. . . so . . t h e . . c r o w . . f l i e s . . .

"Rook, simple as that., and not that at all. Oh well. I didn't say It was going to make sense. So you are the sole protector of Kyeburn Quarry?"

.Such

Invariable tones were conveyed in a sense that... the words didn't matter. They rarely do. It was the tone of the voice, the rich permeation that attributed sanity to communication. To say that the most specific, the most complex sentence did not matter, if it sounded as thoughpeaker was merely a boulder, spiiting out what it had overheard. Woah. Philosophy. That's a new one.

Chassi

was moved in the cardinal of starboard, in the waning hopes that matrix's words were heard. Understood, even. Of course, this lack of stability would heal itself. Or he would have to stay in the bttom of the quarry for the rest of eternety. I choose...number one. Obviously. But get him on the frondescent margins...and a innovative masquerade would be conceived, the beast hurtling through the saritial edges like a fish to water.

And so, patiently, excruciatingly so, the lucid depths absorbed the world around him, covertly lusting fro to contort--transmorgify into what it really was, what it really seemed. Naturally -poof- Nothing. As if that wasn't already assumed.

When you see someone worse off than you
you feel a little relieved.
When you see someone happier than you
you quickly become impatient.

But sometimes you
realize just how pitiful you are
and you crash into reality.

What should I think?
What should I say?
You're probably the
first person who has
tried to understand me.

It must be impossible to live
without hurting anyone.

If you think you're such a victim,
then you should act out until the end
this pretense of not caring about losing everything.
What do you wish for tomorrow?
Sometime please tell me if you
think you can get through this
interminable night that continues
in darkness.

What should I think?
What should I say?
I don't even know if you understand
that I'm praised,
that I'm envied.

What should I think?
What should I say?
You're probably the only
one who really
understands me.

R o o k

. . a n d . . s o . . I . . f o l l o w . . .

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