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	<title>Comments on: Part 4 &#8211; Silent Whispers Under A Crimson Sky&#8230;</title>
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		<title>By: maggy!</title>
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		<dc:creator>maggy!</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2007 02:04:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>She  always end up looking at the ceiling too ... maybe its a gravity thing! Somehow ...always lifting herself to another dimension.
Wished she  could look down for a change... be constant in reality... 
Loneliness he says....Escape .... 
How much longer  this run to nowhere ....
How much more his brain can take of this nightmare...
How much longer will he survive in these walls where the maggots lurk to his  soul...
Looking for Truth ... A reason to hang to existance she guesses.... 
she might be wrong .... His memories might be more painful than she thought ... the disease could get out of the jar...the butterfly might just grow into a monster instead of dying .... there might be no hope left ...or could there be?

Fate ? He smiles i guess ...  but isn&#039;t he a procrastinator too sometimes ...? Isn&#039;t he scared? Doesn&#039;t he get hurt coz fate does play tricks on him, coz things don&#039;t turn out the way he fought for....

she wonders if he fights then for what he believes in, if fate he says is for the lazy ones...

He&#039;s sick of the whinings..then maybe he should just turn deaf!
Doesn&#039; he know that people are bloody ignorant apes ?!
That complaining is a  universal human thing ... bloodyblablablabla..... The song goes on ....
Sometimes she&#039;s one of the head Sollists... can&#039;t help it~ she joins in! 
she thinks she might have seen him there too ... Wasn&#039;t he the leading guitarist? hah!

Well ... at least..he&#039;s got someone to hang on to... friends, so he calls them...

He listens in silence ...living his coma through theirs .... 
He says &quot; We always need someone to talk to&quot; but he really means &quot;they&quot;.... like he&#039;s not part of it !!!!

She wonders why?

And maybe she wonders too much!

And she will bloody shut up now!

She looks up... Back to the ceiling .... back to her thoughts...back to her own living death ...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She  always end up looking at the ceiling too &#8230; maybe its a gravity thing! Somehow &#8230;always lifting herself to another dimension.<br />
Wished she  could look down for a change&#8230; be constant in reality&#8230;<br />
Loneliness he says&#8230;.Escape &#8230;.<br />
How much longer  this run to nowhere &#8230;.<br />
How much more his brain can take of this nightmare&#8230;<br />
How much longer will he survive in these walls where the maggots lurk to his  soul&#8230;<br />
Looking for Truth &#8230; A reason to hang to existance she guesses&#8230;.<br />
she might be wrong &#8230;. His memories might be more painful than she thought &#8230; the disease could get out of the jar&#8230;the butterfly might just grow into a monster instead of dying &#8230;. there might be no hope left &#8230;or could there be?</p>
<p>Fate ? He smiles i guess &#8230;  but isn&#8217;t he a procrastinator too sometimes &#8230;? Isn&#8217;t he scared? Doesn&#8217;t he get hurt coz fate does play tricks on him, coz things don&#8217;t turn out the way he fought for&#8230;.</p>
<p>she wonders if he fights then for what he believes in, if fate he says is for the lazy ones&#8230;</p>
<p>He&#8217;s sick of the whinings..then maybe he should just turn deaf!<br />
Doesn&#8217; he know that people are bloody ignorant apes ?!<br />
That complaining is a  universal human thing &#8230; bloodyblablablabla&#8230;.. The song goes on &#8230;.<br />
Sometimes she&#8217;s one of the head Sollists&#8230; can&#8217;t help it~ she joins in!<br />
she thinks she might have seen him there too &#8230; Wasn&#8217;t he the leading guitarist? hah!</p>
<p>Well &#8230; at least..he&#8217;s got someone to hang on to&#8230; friends, so he calls them&#8230;</p>
<p>He listens in silence &#8230;living his coma through theirs &#8230;.<br />
He says &#8221; We always need someone to talk to&#8221; but he really means &#8220;they&#8221;&#8230;. like he&#8217;s not part of it !!!!</p>
<p>She wonders why?</p>
<p>And maybe she wonders too much!</p>
<p>And she will bloody shut up now!</p>
<p>She looks up&#8230; Back to the ceiling &#8230;. back to her thoughts&#8230;back to her own living death &#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: dav</title>
		<link>http://doorgesh.wordpress.com/2007/03/27/silent-whispers-under-a-crimson-sky/#comment-37</link>
		<dc:creator>dav</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2007 15:43:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>captivating.. so damn true..
youve got to ability to make ur reader actualy get in the character&#039;s skin... its really not just like reading it.. but u cant actualy b like asilent observer within the mind of ur character and actualy b living all these..

the standpoint u take to describe all around u so objective..and so much truth in there.. things one actualy never would have seen unless..made to stop and see it.. and u did that..brought a harsh reality in the forefront..

i really like.. ek in a way u wana know the next step ahead..
chapo Nit .:)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>captivating.. so damn true..<br />
youve got to ability to make ur reader actualy get in the character&#8217;s skin&#8230; its really not just like reading it.. but u cant actualy b like asilent observer within the mind of ur character and actualy b living all these..</p>
<p>the standpoint u take to describe all around u so objective..and so much truth in there.. things one actualy never would have seen unless..made to stop and see it.. and u did that..brought a harsh reality in the forefront..</p>
<p>i really like.. ek in a way u wana know the next step ahead..<br />
chapo Nit .:)</p>
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