Anonymous Home v23.0

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"No one expects the days to be gods" --Annie Dillard

...The days could not be gods because the days are a span of time, a turn of the clock, a slap on the wrist, or just a setting of the sun but god...god is a spiritual being. An immortal and immoral mystical being. In the day the goat became our ruler while we stood in awe and watched. we just stood there, years later and watched him fall, fall from his throne, into the depths of hell. (02-04-99)



"I was raised to die and taught the longest way to do it." --Steve Richard

...I was taught to fear god, to be directed away from him and to repel his teachings and his magic. But I have become a magnet instead, a thing of attraction, full of wonder and curiosity, and in the end, i went to him and said, "A thought occured tome as I fell from earth--I am ignorant, and that is bliss." (02-09-99)



"Anything worth doing is worth doing badly until you can do it well." --Dr. Calenburge

...Do we get a second chance at expressing ourselves? No sir. We are give one chance, our soul duty is to better ourselves but with that one chance comes failure. It brings us down among those who once brought us up. We become a lesser being, prone to a lesser fate. We gravel at their feet, their tiny little feet. We must dig ourselves holes to rise below them, which we are now subject to. We must cower on our knees and be not worthy to our superior makers. (02-10-99)



"Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven." --Satan in Milton's Paradise Lost

...As I fell from earth, I thought to myself, "I know not how to tell you this, I have fallen like a stone into the depths of hell. Down, down like a boulder in a pond, I have fallen and you are the life saver thrown out to save me, to prolong my life. I'm given another chance, and you, my savior. I kneel to thee and owe my life to thee. You are my God, my Jesus Christ, my almighty Satan." (02-11-99)



"Faith is the feeling o fabsolute dependence." --Fredrick Schlimacher

...You dependent fools, you don't know the difference between right and wrong because you don't know the absolute serenity of independence. You are scum and I pity you. You must learn to control yourself or you will find yourself six feet under in a borrowed wooden crate. You should feel sorry for yourself...I do. (02-16-99)



"Expect nothing, be ready for everything." --Samurai Motto

...Anything can happen so be ready for it or die a miserable death full of disappointment and lonliness, having never experienced fulfillment or happiness. You will always sit around wondering what if...? What if is a second chance and like i told you before, you do not get a second chance. You failed and now that borrowed coffin is being taken from you so that another fool can use it and wallow in his own self ipity. It is like a dominoe chain, one falls and they all fall, a circle of wallowing self-pity and you are the initial piece. (02-17-99)



"I desire your desire of my desire." --Dr. Malory

...I desire you to leave me alone. I want you to want to leave me alone as well. Can you contemplate this with your little pea brain and adorable button nose? The world is over, I want to save it but I need your help so without your optimism to neutralize my pessimism, we are all going down with no self-control...sprialing down and burrowing down into our own homemade graves that leave only a toe showing--the little toe--despite the lengths to which you go to surface. (02-18-99)



"Pretend I don't have a background." --Steve Richard

...My relatives are not my own. They are not me. I am me and I revel in that. I pride myself on the fact that I am my own person. I have no needs, no wants, no relations. I rely on no one, they rely on me--on my confidences, on my optimisms, and on my pessimisms. I am them, I even them out, make them whole. I am their masiah and they are my slaves. They gravel at my greatness and I, their maker, laugh. (02-24-99)



"You need no reason for love." --Dr. Hagner

...Love? Love is a sin, it is fake, it is infatuation, all in your heads. You think too much and rely too much on your heart. Your heart makes no decisions for you. Use your mind. The heart only pumps the flow of life through us. The mind makes it pump. The mind controls us, let it make decisions for you. Right or wrong? Good or bad? Dead or alive? Search and destry. The hunter and the hunted. The quick and the dead. Follow your dreams, they come from above. (02-25-99)



"Literature must be taught, not caught." --Dr. Semens

"Literature must be caught, not taught." --Student ...Read it or don't read it, it matters not to me. Own it I tell you and you will become a different person--an intellectual as I mentioned before. Come to me--I own the classics. Come to me--I own poetry and horror and romance alike. Cry if you wish when I tell you the price but believe you me I care not for the boy who ate candy and let his teeth rot. This I know for the china plate told me so. (03-01-99)



Never say never: Never is the sourve of all love and hatred. I will never speak to you again, I will never love another for as long as I live, never come back, I will ehnver leave you. Sometimes the world never can be associated with hatred in which we are told never to use. It can also be associated with love in which we should not be discouraged but sill are. (03-01-99)



"Just victims of of the in-house driv-by."

...It is just God preaching to us. Turn it off, turn away. He has no right to scare us like that...killing our own people, women, children, an dyoung men. It must be Satan in disguise. He is ruining us, overcrowding the heavens. He is also overcrowding the underground as well though. His vast plains of the fire and smoke are becoming less barren. With screaming people in terrible agony. He has no respect for anyone but himself. I hate him, I despise hi, I warship him, like i warship myself. (03-02-99)



"Beware of a prophet who enjoys his work." --Reverend Trotter

...A prophet should be reluctant to tell us our fate. The should be executed, found guilty by reason of insanity. It's like a child who likes to pull grasshoppers' wings off and then squish them between their fingers. I feel repulsed by this person who likes to pull our arms and legs off one at a time and watch blood spurt from the holes where our limbs once were and he laughs. He laughs at our race, he laughs at our emotions, and finally, he laughs at our God who, in all his grace and glory, leads us to a fiery, agonizing death. (03-03-99)



"I know you are there; I can see your breath." --David Letterman

...Letterman, David, is a phony. He talks of nothing, nonsense, chaos, and confusion. He knows nothing. His mind is a tangled web of splinters and I, the child who has orchestrated a plan to come and tear it down. Now a web of destruction and sawdust lies in that neverending wave of humor. (03-08-99)



"It's a tale told by an idiot full, full of sound and fury." --Macbeth

Only an idiot would write a story purely made up of sound and fury. A knowledgable person would take that sound and fury and make it into arguments and anger. An idiot might allow more people to understand and relate because it may be lees sophisticated and therefore allow us to understand and make speculations and come up with opinions toward it and the characters. A more sophisticated story may take more time and thought and may require some analogy and in some cases, a stranslation into moern language or a strict understanding o fmidieval ways of life and language. A knowledgable person is only put on this earth to torture us, to make us feel inadequate. (03-09-99)



"What kind of guy takes a job keeping a lighthouse?"

...He could be an excaped convict who wants some solitude in his unforgiving life...He thinks it is a dream he dreamt while asleep on his cot alone in the night, he screams out in fright as the killer above comes down below and asks him to dance. With his swishy hips and lisp in his voice, he kisses him, square on the mouth. (03-15-99)



Bite in: Teeth. Long pointed, two of them. They bit into the neck of the girl who unknowingly has become a victim of another vampire attack. Teeth. They come in contact with the carotid artery that so often has become a hinderence because it is so easily found and punctured. Teeth. The flowing taste of thick blood in his mouth tastes like a martini to him and his nightcrawler friends whi love off the red liquid that is the source of life for the ones who walk the streets in the fire of day. they run around like happy meals with legs, all free for the taking--or eating. (03-15-99)



"Love wins; love always wins." --Tuesdays with Maury

...Love is just a figment of our imaginations. We are puppets in love and are controlled by an organ that has no nerves. It is our heart and we should not let it control us because thought is not involved and thought is the only way we will ever survive. Without thought, we would be truely dead. (03-24-99)



"Avoid, supress, and deny." --Therapist

Avoid the media, supress the truth, and deny all alligations that are about the scandals. I would have to say Clinton or one of his advisors said this... (03-25-99)



"The difference between the right word and almost the right word is lighing and a lightning bug." --Mark Twain

...The wrong word can get you shot to hell by a smoker who come through town. He went to bed when he was sent and always said his prayers. But that will never help because he will follow you to hell for shooting you...you can never win. (03-29-99)



Failing: Junk junk junk junk junk. I got to get goin'. The dog is pink. it is monday. i have a house in a little box. junk jinmk junk. fly away piggie, fly away. smile at a frown. kick a can. have you got the idea? ain't ya ever said for reals? junk junk junk. uhem. hocus pocus turn into a frog. kiss the frog, maybe he will become a whale. the cats on the hill play poker at night, want to join me? get the cat out of the pool, he is having too much fun. ain't that the cutest think you ever saw? fine be that way. (03-29-99)



"I am a man more sinned against than sinning." --King Leer

...He is basically a stuck-up, self-absorbed person who thinks that although he has sinned, everyone is worse than him. Therefore the world is bad and he is God. In his eyes, and if it were up to him, he would prbably send everyone to Hell because they are all inferior and he is their superior...This person should be sent to hell for thinking this. (04-01-99)



"Nothing changes except scenery arrangements."

"All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts. How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation? Stands the church clock at ten to three? and is there honey still for tea? Seeke out ye good in everie man and speeke of alle the best ye can. Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful or belive to be beautiful. Let every artist strive to make his flower a beautiful living thing, something taht will convince the world that there may be--that there are things more prescious--more lasting than life." (04-15-99)



"Find my turkey."

It's right in front of you turkey butt! It's nothing but a freak show, you with your turkey butt and me with my cap had just settle down for a long winter's nap. Then what to my wondering eyes should appear but a tiny little skeigh and eight little reindeer. (04-20-99)



"People don't see the beauty of water undil they drown." --Steve Wilson

"The bedroom ceiling is steep and wooden-eaved, the hull of an upturned fishing boat, and beneath it, the nighttime ebbs and flows through the windows, carrying dreams like many-vingered clots ofkelp, to tangle in my hair and leave tight salt trails along my cheeks. Or it becomes an upturned rowboat left drying ont he beach, and I sleep in its shelter on the white sand and small nimble crabs dart across my fingers, harbingers of the wakefulness lappin in toward my feet." (04-21-99)



"We don't know, we can't know, so we must love."

"I used to believe the earth in its revolving turned upside-down at night. One not tucked in by vigilant parents would be dashed against the ceiling. What am I to believe now? I sleep without even a nightshirt to hold me down." "When lovely woman stoops to folly and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?" (04-22-99)



"We never know how high we are until we are asked ot rise." --Emily Dickenson

"Burt Frederick was a puscillanimous pest, a worthless, shiftless worm. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that. This is necessary." (04-27-99)



Listen closely: the turning of pages from an old paperback book of which the binding is ready to retire, then the soft flutter of the cover to the floor as the binding gives way. page by page the book falls to the floor into a pile of paper and ink on the ground. then a gasp as the reader of the ancient book stoops down to pick up the fallen pages. (04-29-99)



Ills, pills, and bills: Illness. Medicine cabinets filled to the brim with antibiotics and vitamis. all useless though you take them all. though you feel worse and more like you want to die than before you took the medicine that was supposed to cure you, not ail you. to call the doctor or not to call the doctor, that is the ultimate questions, but it's just a cold so you will get through this on your own. you don't need some stupid doctor to get rid of the freight trains runnig circles through yoru head and the drums pounding endlessly on your sinuses. your eyes are watery and your onose, a fauset but sleep is all you ened to stop the pounding, really. you're your own doctor. after all, you're pre-med. (04-29-99)



"It's like having wooden legs and real feet." --Beau Sutherland

"If a mute man told a deaf man that a blind man saw a boy with one leg walk on water...that would be a miracle." (05-03-99)



"The best evidence that there is intelligent life on other planets is that none of them have tried to contact us."

Brilliant. I have no sardonic response to add to this though. It's so great, I'm speachless. I wish I had said it... (05-05-99)



"This is the tightrope walking."

Tightopes can't walk. What are you talking about? You must be from one of those other planets where tightopes walk and trampolines waddle and just the thought of having a pillow fight makes your eyes water. what a sentimental you are. you probably even cry when someone kills a spider. Do you cry in movies? Get out of my face, you make me sick. (05-13-99)



"Nobody looks a bum in the eye."

...Bums are really messengers from the great mighty above, down to see how we treat our ailing homeless. He punishes each one of us who passes a bum without care, don't look them in the eye but look like a spy and keep on our mary way. (05-17-99)



"What was true when I started is now not true."

My life a lie, my story a book, one that my little boy cousin took, took to his class his friends and he used it to make a pot of tea. Tea? no wait I heard a joke. What happened to the little girl whose leg you broke? She fell from the steeple on top of a spike that drove through her heart with all of its might. The humor in that I must not tell for all of her life she often fell. Fell from the cradle her mother rocked, fell from the window that was supposedly locked, fell from the bike she learned to ride, this story I tell is all a like... (05-19-99)



"When in doubt, pretend you're asleep."

...Is this a dream or is it true? Am I even talking to you? Will this be here in a day or two or will I have to repeat it right out of the blue? Is ithis all fake, this world of ours? Or is it real and so is mars? Is my life a fiction book a book of sorry and I try ot look into your sould to find the truth about the story of my youth... (05-20-99)



"Before you compare 2 things, you should at least know something about one of them."

I know nothing, I'm lost in a box. I compare myself to this box but I can't see. I walk into the black walls of this black box and I lose myself. There is just confusion because I am alone with my thoughts. I am floating int he air within the blackness of this black box which is my life in a nutshell. A nutshell, that's crap. I have a small cap that fit on the head of a mouse. It ran all around, it's face in a frow, and then it did clank me most imfatic. How odd was that? This may be useles, I think so, but rambling on is what I do. To fill this page it only takes time, for the siamese cat with wrinkled nose, hat told me a tale that his is so. (05-24-99)



Tourist town: I see nothing, chaos, confusion. There is no order in this town, no system of control. It's a fly-by night town where in a wink youre gone. A mile wide town with a speed limit of 60, you're gon in a minute, quicker if you speed, but why slow down? There's nothing here, no entertainment, a ghost town of sorts but in a way it's not. Chaos in it's simplest form. (05-24-99)



Oh god: God and religion are tall tales told by a child who came through town, a fibber, a liar, an imaginative boy who told a story with holes. what proof have you about this person, a magician in our minds. he is not real though some do feel, he lerks between our toes. (05-24-99)



"Money is a poor judge of character."

Money is something apoor girl lacks, the scars are like railroad tracks on her back. She looks to the left, she looks to the right, she pushes her cart with all of her might. The street she does cross with many a groan, she thinks about all of the wonderful homes. She closes her eyes and imagines a world, one where her hair would always be curled. A home she would have the size of a town. She loves little daisies, she'd cover the ground. She'd own sucha dress with sparkle and lace, and own such a doll with a beautiful face. She opens her eyes for she senses the curb, this wonderufl dream, she now must disturb. She pushes the cart with all of her might, to hold back the tears she puts up a fight. She keeps on her way but where will she go, for she has not a place that she can call home... (05-25-99)



"Remember everything and be brilliant."

If i could remember everything, then I would be in posession of little blue cyanide tablets. One for each person I came to know, for the bat hath told me so. This bat I speak of is made of wood and came to me in my sleep. It took my tooth and gave me a quarter, I've fallen on top of a carnival booth. The little children who played in there are now crumpled atop of their silken blonde hair. They gave me a look as awful as you, they came to my side and to the sky I flew. Up to the moon, I passed on my way, a big little ship, I asked, "Could I stay?" But reluctant are they, for they have little food--caboom, it's for free. (06-03-99)



"It never hurts to have an army."

...An army of what, do you think, would do anything but hurt? An army of water molecules might not hurt unless they are pelleted down upon you from millions of miles above. They mean no harm but few could know when Lucy ceased to be (or why, what did cause her death? was it pelleting water molecules?) but she is in her grave and oh the difference to me (one less person to hassle me and make me want to end it all on a pile of hay in my horse's stall. This i know, for the china plate once told me so). (06-08-99)

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