On a more positive note, Loreena McKennitt's "An Ancient Muse" is just . . . wonderfull. *floats*


join us in the nightashes blow in the wind and swirl about the huddled lonely one he clutches the last ember of his shattered universe in his hand it flickers, fades not as if dying but as if traveling farther away always glowing, never disappearing but ever ever fadingjoin us in the night
figures drift into the ashes and whisper by the huddled one finger tips first reaching, almost touching but then shift and grasp the burnt out bits of his old, broken universe and move, weave and mold; building something, something. . . new
not so bright as what once was, still so much gray but here is warmth, but here is light,


Wish . . . not worth your timeI'm fadin. . . I 'm fallin' . . .Wish . . . not worth your time
I can't. . .I won't. . . I don't know how to let go of a sin-gle thing The thounsand hooks of my mistakes buried in my skin Every error a broken bell that will al-ways ring No good one to hear my screams lost in an end-less din
I'm not worth the time to care Stay away don't you dare Just me leave to wallow
Give back my poison to swallow Damn you I am not worth your time
I dream. . . I wish. . . I waste time rollin in mess of emp-ty fears Ripples of my foolishness pull me farther and far-ther d
>^..^<
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ĜăĽĻěŖŷ ŦåQ
There´s a Hole in the Sky, through which Things can Fly.
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~Charlie
Oh, Im sorry! Did I get you?
No, you didnt get me! Its an electric drill! You get me, you KILL me!
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Learn to look, look to learn.
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...I am the thing that darkness fears...
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