You know I’ve been curious for years to see what all this—this that no one will know what I am referring to and who cares?—it’s not really important—looks like and he went way way way way over my head and now I have to think! A simpler explanation would have sufficed…
Yes, but I don’t want your brain to get sluggish.
As if it was in danger … Okay. Inside. No one can get in, his heart is sleeping, he feels it and it’s colder than the stars because he’s not inside. There’s been tears—I love “circus of the wind”—time stands still? If I make this long enough, no one will read it—which is my aim, I imagine. She’ll never hurt me? Don’t know—I’m not perfect. Yes, we do winter and yes, we have the night compass. Folding of the land? Not sure what it means.
Outside the stars are still turning and the world’s still burning although in the story, inside has its fires as well.
So instead of opening the box of stars, he left it inside—too scary. We don’t hide our scars all that good around here. We do sing songs of defeat and we won’t even go into broken treaties—I could lose my temper. I guess we’re in retreat when we aren’t advancing and yes, we always hide. Someone might try to have us for breakfast…
The rain, the drums, the flood that won’t wait—those hammering the gates? Well you blow a big horn and someone’s gonna want to hear the concert but we have dragged our butts so very long I can only conclude this is some brilliant strategy that hasn’t panned out as of yet.
And now—love could be personified in answer to an endless war and this might look like an open and raw wound—great special effects! And yes, perhaps a shameless banner unfurled—I could see someone shrieking—have you no shame?! Guess not. I’ve been metaphorically an explosion, fire? Sure… a violent star, okay but tide of destruction? Depends? If I was destroying walls that stand in the way of insight, maybe. But now love being a violation, mutilation, capitulation, and annihilation—well, I don’t know! Sounds like we need a rapid re-write here. Oh my!
But we couldn’t come in doing Care Bears Eat Cotton Candy at the Carnival now, could we?
How do I know? Do I look smart?
Well, yes.
Easy for you to say.
Well I don’t think he figured it out either. He climbed the tower and dreamed the stairs don’t ask him why. Bet he can’t wait for exams week …
Bet. But the love sounds good enough to want, though, doesn’t it?
I suppose.
You suppose?
I’ve learned to be half as cagey as you, professor. But let’s hope no one takes him at his word because certainly it would be awful to see love annihilating, incinerating and all that other stuff—it doesn’t sound pretty! Personally I think he’s trying what never ever works for me—and that is
Being dramatic to push a point? True. It never ever works for you but maybe he’s the teacher’s pet.
I would hope not. I have a hard enough time without some teacher’s pet trying to beat my time. I’ll quit.
You’ve quit so many times I’ve lost track.
Yet another ploy that never seems to work here…
You know I’ve been curious for years to see what all this—this that no one will know what I am referring to and who cares?—it’s not really important—looks like and he went way way way way over my head and now I have to think! A simpler explanation would have sufficed… Yes, but I don’t want your brain to get sluggish. As if it was in danger … Okay. Inside. No one can get in, his heart is sleeping, he feels it and it’s colder than the stars because he’s not inside. There’s been tears—I love “circus of the wind”—time stands still? If I make this long enough, no one will read it—which is my aim, I imagine. She’ll never hurt me? Don’t know—I’m not perfect. Yes, we do winter and yes, we have the night compass. Folding of the land? Not sure what it means. Outside the stars are still turning and the world’s still burning although in the story, inside has its fires as well.
So instead of opening the box of stars, he left it inside—too scary. We don’t hide our scars all that good around here. We do sing songs of defeat and we won’t even go into broken treaties—I could lose my temper. I guess we’re in retreat when we aren’t advancing and yes, we always hide. Someone might try to have us for breakfast… The rain, the drums, the flood that won’t wait—those hammering the gates? Well you blow a big horn and someone’s gonna want to hear the concert but we have dragged our butts so very long I can only conclude this is some brilliant strategy that hasn’t panned out as of yet.
And now—love could be personified in answer to an endless war and this might look like an open and raw wound—great special effects! And yes, perhaps a shameless banner unfurled—I could see someone shrieking—have you no shame?! Guess not. I’ve been metaphorically an explosion, fire? Sure… a violent star, okay but tide of destruction? Depends? If I was destroying walls that stand in the way of insight, maybe. But now love being a violation, mutilation, capitulation, and annihilation—well, I don’t know! Sounds like we need a rapid re-write here. Oh my!
But we couldn’t come in doing Care Bears Eat Cotton Candy at the Carnival now, could we? How do I know? Do I look smart? Well, yes. Easy for you to say.
Well I don’t think he figured it out either. He climbed the tower and dreamed the stairs don’t ask him why. Bet he can’t wait for exams week … Bet. But the love sounds good enough to want, though, doesn’t it? I suppose. You suppose? I’ve learned to be half as cagey as you, professor. But let’s hope no one takes him at his word because certainly it would be awful to see love annihilating, incinerating and all that other stuff—it doesn’t sound pretty! Personally I think he’s trying what never ever works for me—and that is Being dramatic to push a point? True. It never ever works for you but maybe he’s the teacher’s pet. I would hope not. I have a hard enough time without some teacher’s pet trying to beat my time. I’ll quit.
You’ve quit so many times I’ve lost track. Yet another ploy that never seems to work here…