The Cruelty Of Peace
                
                    FinsburyParkCarrots                
                
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                    The more bereavement and loss you suffer, it's in those rare moments when you manage to return to yourself, such as in the first waking sense of day before your heart's remembrance of all griefs gone before, that you feel, in your life, the most quiet, indomitable calm.                
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            wow
 this is rather deep & heavy
 *re-reads*
 did you come up with this yourself?
 bravo man, bravoSurf little waves big... Charge big waves hard
 - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '070
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            Jamal wrote:wow
 this is rather deep & heavy
 *re-reads*
 did you come up with this yourself?
 bravo man, bravo
 Of course I did. I'm sparing with my little gems. They shine brighter, that way.0
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 that they certainly doFinsburyParkCarrots wrote:Of course I did. I'm sparing with my little gems. They shine brighter, that way. Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard
 - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '070
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            that's beautiful finsyy la banda de Guille... cuando toca?0
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            It all just fucking sucks. One of my sisters has a nineteen year old ovarian cyst, and other lumps that have twisted her bowel. Non-one can operate on her until her infections go, and while in hospital, she picked up another bug. So, the hospital is saying, we might have to send her home until she's cool, so we can use her bed for someone else.
 That's the National Health Service of Great Britain for you, in the year of 2007.0
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            FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:It all just fucking sucks. One of my sisters has a nineteen year old ovarian cyst, and other lumps that have twisted her bowel. Non-one can operate on her until her infections go, and while in hospital, she picked up another bug. So, the hospital is saying, we might have to send her home until she's cool, so we can use her bed for someone else.
 That's the National Health Service of Great Britain for you, in the year of 2007.  
 Sorry to hear this.&&&&&&&&&&&&&&0
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            So sorry to hear your sister is suffering. Sending love to you and your family.
 "May the longtime sun shine upon you and all love surround you. May the Divine light within guide you way on""If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to eachother." Mother Theresa0
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            Beautiful Fins, and my best wishes for you're sister hope everything turns out ok.Can not be arsed with life no more.0
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            FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:The more bereavement and loss you suffer, it's in those rare moments when you manage to return to yourself, such as in the first waking sense of day before your heart's remembrance of all griefs gone before, that you feel, in your life, the most quiet, indomitable calm.
 my nanna just died(she was almost 94) and though my reaction(or lack there of) somewhat perplexes me, i do feel a calmness. i think it's in knowing that my life will also end one day. and that is a day i hold no grudge against. though i'm not exactly holding my arms wide beckoning it closer either.hear my name
 take a good look
 this could be the day
 hold my hand
 lie beside me
 i just need to say0
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            You know, she's at my folks' house and driving them bloody crackers, talking all the time from the couch. That woman has more life in her, half-dead, than the rest of us, put together. I'm half tempted to ask a doctor to go around there, and stitch her mouth up, until she goes back for the operation. 0 0
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            quiet, indomitable calm...
 that's it. and, it's delicious.
 nice piece, finsbury!0
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 that's not so niceFinsburyParkCarrots wrote:You know, she's at my folks' house and driving them bloody crackers, talking all the time from the couch. That woman has more life in her, half-dead, than the rest of us, put together. I'm half tempted to ask a doctor to go around there, and stitch her mouth up, until she goes back for the operation.  
 just stick her in an old folk's home, ... they love to talk anyways 
 But anyways, is there still a chance of her getting better soon?Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard
 - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '070
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            Dunno. She has to take 35 tablets a day. We'll see.0
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            The piece wasn't about her, though. Sorry for colouring interpretations. I was just venting. 0 0
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            venting is good.
 the negative balances the positive and makes us whole. hear my name hear my name
 take a good look
 this could be the day
 hold my hand
 lie beside me
 i just need to say0
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            catefrances wrote:venting is good.
 the negative balances the positive and makes us whole. 
 Yeah, but my negative causes fucking meltdown.0
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            FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:Yeah, but my negative causes fucking meltdown.
 i could probably think of a trite aphorism, but i won't. i like my 'negative' side.hear my name
 take a good look
 this could be the day
 hold my hand
 lie beside me
 i just need to say0
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 We all docatefrances wrote:i could probably think of a trite aphorism, but i won't. i like my 'negative' side.
 Don't ever change  Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard
 - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '070
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            Let your froth corrupted lungs cry out
 rattlings of a cliched death, then rise up
 like Eva Braun in paraffin, without
 a fascist daddy lover boy to cup
 you in the flames of eagle-circled bone embracings.
 My half-Jew eyes, crow-eaten, know the tracings
 of your lipgloss bunker mouthy pouts
 and Axis fantasies of classic doom.
 Wagnerian, drenched in the splashing gouts
 of bluey blood, so masterful. This room,
 this skull, this temple of my memory
 is rooted like the long forgotten tree
 near ashen pond flush, where my family
 was drowned to make your deathly fantasy.0
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