How should I begin?. I find myself residing. At the dried out end of a dead history.. All my thoughts are dirt. Scattered on a coffin,. And I a dilettante funereal spectator here..
Honestly, why the hell are you standing there,. And what the hell are you waiting for?. Your expectant smile is starting to get on my nerves.. So tell me now, if you're so fucking rationalist,.
She leaves her footprints in the snow. She is the greatest thing I know. She is the coolest thing around. And when she walks she shakes the ground. She's got big hands.
When the last of the echoes fades,. When the cymbals and the strings. Have died away,. When I am left with just. . The ringing in my ears,. I take a breath and I settle down,.
"You" another tired second-person address,. Words written hastily and under duress.. I'm cold and holed up in the back of the van,. Devoid of eloquence or elegant plan..
You wouldn't know it to look at me,. but I'm a superhero. I've got x-ray vision and everything. My frail frame belies my strength. I can lift tall buildings.
Stop trying to pretend that. You are going to stop-. You're either a smoker or you're not.. You will keep on smoking. For the rest of your life,. And then you'll get cancer.
To Carthage then I came as a young boy lost in the promise. Of the steady beating heart of the metropolis. But I spent so long beneath the dim street lighting.
Father my father, what have you left for me?. What am I to make of this convoluted legacy?. You raised me, ingrained me, led me to believe. That the world had some structure, a bedrock of honesty..
Tonight will be the last night of my record-breakingly successful run in the lead role of the greatest play of the century.. Unprecedentedly warm praise from critics and public alike has met my portrayal of a man at his desk who gives a damn.
The leg bone is connected to the foot bone. Is connected to the Export Processing Zones,. And it's nothing we condone,. But everybody owns a pair of those shoes..
When I grow up I want to be an engine driver.. I'll build up my own head of steam, 25 horsepower.. . Old hands, new power,. More miles per hour. Strange light in the ancient mills..
The maternity ward. where I was born. was knocked down in the first Gulf War to build an airport. for housing Allied steel,. for upholding Allied ideals,.
I am the small town linesman. And you'll find me out here on the line.. Searching ceaselessly to simply. Find a place I can call mine.. Every corner of this country.
it starts with a call, a call from his mother.. sophia says "come quick, MacGyver's been hurt.. he was just on his way home from saving the world again,.
if i can't feel (on a given day) the way i wanted to,. the temptation hits, my grip it could slip, i could give it up.. but if i can't feel (on a given day) the way i wanted to,.