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Stitches ov pain and ......lines to hell 1. (Come, Yves...please, let's go....he's a megalo ) (Don't worry, it's ok...soon) Jacques pulls us another line Makes criss-cross stitches on Lisa's eye While she screams atop her lungs Yet invites us to share  ......that line. Yves eyes it while I dress Jacques tries to stop me, I ignore I put on this, I put on that While he stares, moody and Yves is ****** (Yves, PLEASE let's go, I don't feel right) (Relax, man....we will go soon...we got us a line...) 2. Poor Lisa tries to sneak out, but trips and falls Not escaping Jacques' eye He glints and rises, while Yves apprises We see not her fate but hear her screams. I think I've had more than enough What'll happen when he returns? Jacques is demented, our moves'll be cemented If we accept this one line...to hell! (Yves, please....something's not right....) (Heeeey...?? Come sssit, mannnn.....aaahhhh...) I care not for that line..... [slipping in and out, in and out.....so many passages here, like a maze in a forest.....a headless run, this mare.......to seek me out, seek me out......try to hide behind the shadows in the walls and climb into the ghosts of battered souls....find little respite ......] 3. :(After raids, Yves' body is found.....in a closet next day....and...... A gruesome ending for.....a line): Stitches ov pain and lines...to hell. (Pourquoi t'as pas ecoute, mon cher......) 4. You stayed behind, while I fled on blind eye Why couldn't you just resist that one last line? The one that caused us all so much pain That one, ****** line....straight to hell! S T, 07 April 2013
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Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC
Lines to hell
Stitches ov pain and ......lines to hell 1. (Come, Yves...please, let's go....he's a megalo ) (Don't worry, it's ok...soon) Jacques pulls us another line Makes criss-cross stitches on Lisa's eye While she screams atop her lungs Yet invites us to share  ......that line. Yves eyes it while I dress Jacques tries to stop me, I ignore I put on this, I put on that While he stares, moody and Yves is ****** (Yves, PLEASE let's go, I don't feel right) (Relax, man....we will go soon...we got us a line...) 2. Poor Lisa tries to sneak out, but trips and falls Not escaping Jacques' eye He glints and rises, while Yves apprises We see not her fate but hear her screams. I think I've had more than enough What'll happen when he returns? Jacques is demented, our moves'll be cemented If we accept this one line...to hell! (Yves, please....something's not right....) (Heeeey...?? Come sssit, mannnn.....aaahhhh...) I care not for that line..... [slipping in and out, in and out.....so many passages here, like a maze in a forest.....a headless run, this mare.......to seek me out, seek me out......try to hide behind the shadows in the walls and climb into the ghosts of battered souls....find little respite ......] 3. :(After raids, Yves' body is found.....in a closet next day....and...... A gruesome ending for.....a line): Stitches ov pain and lines...to hell. (Pourquoi t'as pas ecoute, mon cher......) 4. You stayed behind, while I fled on blind eye Why couldn't you just resist that one last line? The one that caused us all so much pain That one, ****** line....straight to hell! S T, 07 April 2013
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****** sharp nay! blunt A sword tamed with cruelty ****** wounding my hand For five years! I can now let go Adage! Blunt the sharp edge No fear! enough warmth ****** first pretty flowers ****** then adders! Mine plea ****** out! appease my voice Adage! With a trumpet Singing the truth! ****** performed magic "Paved" the maddened path!, "sobs" "Lowered" the hidden cut!, "sobs" "Admonished" false approval practitioners!, "sobs" "Amused" my growing siblings!, "sobs" A blossoming flower apprises Colored with lines of liberty Preaching smiles! adage! Breaking the spell of thorny roots ****** gone future Roots come future Blood soiled hands gone future Smiling painted flag come future
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May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 8:41 AM UTC
LIGHT
Art cares not... Art cares not for approval, it simply expresses; Art cares not for award, it simply impressess; Art cares not for articulation, it simply apprises; Art cares not... for in fact, it simply surmises; Art cares not... but simply, do you?
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
Art cares not...
"Ô Dieu, ai-je pris ta grâce pour acquise ? Ai-je oublié la voie étroite que je dois traverser ? Ai-je oublié que tu es saint et que tu ne vis que dans la sainteté ? Il est vrai que tu aimes le pécheur, mais j'ai déjà été rachetée. Tu m'as conduite à la vérité. Et maintenant, qu'est-ce que je fais ? Deviens-je pire que les Galates ? Suis-je en train d'oublier le sacrifice de la croix et la persévérance que tu nous exhorte à pratiquer ? Deviens-je une paresseuse éternelle, qui ne pense qu'au plaisir, somnolente dans ma chair ? Père, pardonne-moi, pardonne-moi, car j'ai laissé tomber toutes les voies que tu m'as apprises, en laissant le laxisme et la paresse m'envahir. Je ne comprends pas que je ne suis pas indispensable. Je ne voudrais pas être mise de côté. J'aimerais vraiment que tu m'utilises, que je revienne à ma consécration, à mon alliance et à mon amour premier. Je te prie de ne point détourner ta face de moi. Aide moi père
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Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 2:45 AM UTC
Ô Dieu