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Post by james111222 on Dec 11, 2007 14:57:49 GMT -5
This was written by a man named Neil Gaman....
She decides to make a list of the things that make her happy. She writes 'plum-blossom' at the top of a piece of paper. Then she stares at the paper, unable to think of anything else. Eventually it begins to get dark.
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Her kiss is the deep ocean.
Her kiss is not the deep ocean, her kiss is the grey sky.
Her kiss is her touch is her breath is her fingers is what remains after the laughing is over.
Her kiss is the blackness.
Her kiss is not the blackness, her his is the black dog that follows you in the darkness.
There is a black dog beneath the grey sky by the blind ally, beside the deep ocean. It is not her kiss. Come closer...
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And people ask, does Despair despair? Does Dream dream? does Desire desire?
It is simpler than that. He IS Dream, It IS Desire, She IS Despair. Take away the despair and there is nothing left.
Nothing but an empty room, and a hook of the perfect shape and size for snagging your heart.
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Despair remembers.
It is a peculiar, flat memory, in which things become bleak and bounded by the dark.
There is joy in there, of course, and love, and touching. The presence that makes the present absence unbearable.
Without triumpj, without love, without joy, her work would be for nothing.
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What do you guys think? Provocative, no?
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Post by rantaak on Jan 20, 2009 20:09:02 GMT -5
Neil Gaiman is my second favorite writer. The only writer that exists, who is more talented than Gaiman is George R. R. Martin. (A Song of Ice and Fire)
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Post by filodrac on Aug 1, 2009 15:08:20 GMT -5
sounds like he is in love with a mysterious woman and she is toying with him. Thats what I think anyways.
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