I turned out so bad, im not even alive and i don't blame you for leaving that night
But you could be bad, as awful as i am and i doubt you would even put up a fight
cause i get my light from streetlights
and you get yours from the sun
but you won't be able to show your face in daylight when we're done
cause your blood's just as red
and all harts end up dead
and you know the earth is so cold without the sun
so give yourself up while there's still something to give
you don't need to be good and you don't need to live

Posted by Chupacabra Tue, 09/16/2008 - 18:51

 

Forever

Like a circle in the sand, my life is a cycle.
Birth, life, love, death, rebirth, life... love.

Oh, but how much sweeter it is the second time around.
But can I do it?
To slip from one man's arms to another's.

I am surely not made for such casual affairs.
Yet how can I deny what I feel, what I've felt you feel.

There's nothing casual in human emotion.
How can I deny the passion ripping through me, straight from my soul, when your lips claim mine.

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Blown

The cold rushes in
and knocks me from
my steady climb
and then I fall
further then ever.
There used to be a
safety net called
love, but that net
has turned to dust
and was blown as
was my strength
before and also as
was my wisdom of
long-past years,
blown from my grip
and out of my last
reach for you too.
Blown from my hope
and my love, blown
so far away just
like I'm blown out
of any's reach and
everyone's grace.

Prince Angel
January 4, 2002

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Prima della Notte di Vittorio Curtoni [M]

Dai cardini della notte: silenzio. Tranne lo sciabordio lontano del mare, questa grande penetrante pulsazione di acque antiche contro le coste dell'isola. Che potrebbe essere la Sicilia, o la Sardegna, oppure una delle Barbados. Non c'Š metro di riferimento, non ci sono parametri. Siamo immersi in un nirvana multilingue che favorisce ogni ipotesi. Del resto, che importanza potrebbe avere?

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Chapter 19

The summer was brief, and already by the middle of September many had returned to the pleasures of urban life. Ethel was among the first-comers; for, after her resolve to enter the life of the young poet once more, it would have been impossible for her to stay away from the city much longer. Her plan was all ready.

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Bela Lugosi: "I Like Playing Dracula"

I like playing "horror" parts on the screen. This may surprise you, but let me explain my point of view. There is a popular idea that portraying a monster of the Dracula type requires no acting ability. People are apt to think that anyone who likes to put on a grotesque make-up can be a fiend. That is wrong. A monster, to be convincing, must have a character and a brain.

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