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TheSaraMonster

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Created on 2004-10-24 07:53:34 (#4931030), last updated 2008-04-05

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Name:Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all.
Birthdate:1986-03-21
Location:Louisville, Kentucky, United States
Bio
The Baxter Avenue Morgue is my home, and I'm pretty sure Jeff gave birth to me. =0

"Sic gorgiamous allos subjectatos nunc"

“Suicide is not chosen; it happens when pain exceeds
resources for coping with pain.”



These next two paragraphs were written after I saw a movie with my dad.. can you guess which one? ---

I feel empty. Suddenly purposeless. What is the cause? How could this all be? Consciousness. What is that? Awareness that one exists? If so, then everything must be conscious. Matter of different origin came together -- made each human and we know that each human is "conscious." So who is to say that a light bulb isn't concious.

In this distance I feel from anything warm, alive or conscious, I just think I have to keep making myself believe in souls, spirituality and just agree to not scientifically know or believe an explaination, or for that matter: promise myself that I will not accept no explaination for, the existance of all things. I'll just have to be satified with not knowing. I'll go on living comforted by a happy fantasy that is nothing more a lie I shove down my throat so that I can have fun before I end. Do I really believe that last part -or- do I really believe in something beautiful?


"Be formless, shapeless, like water. Be water my friends."
-Bruce Lee


Strigoii_____________________

Cu roşii fanare, galbene, verzi
Trec noaptea strigoii prin lanuri de grâu
Şi câinii în lanuri în noapte tot bat -
Strigoii la crâşmă în pod au intrat,
Şi podul se vede bizar luminat
De roşii fanare, galbene, verzi.
Strigoii, din pod, îşi iau înapoi,
Lăsate din viaţă, demult, amanete...
Aşa spune basmul ce azi l-am uitat
Că noaptea, la crâşmă, apar siluete
Cu roşii fanare, galbene, verzi.
Dar când despre ziuă cocoşu-a cântat,
Cad buzna, din pod, grămezi de strigoi,
Şi-n hău, peste lanuri, strigoii se pierd
Roşii, galbeni şi verzi.

- George Bacovia


TRANSLATION of the ABOVE:

The Ghosts________________________

With red lanterns, yellow, green
The ghosts pass at night over fields of grain
And the dogs bark on in the night at the fields -
The ghosts have entered the loft of an inn,
And the loft is seen to be queerly lit
By red lanterns, yellow, green.

The ghosts have returned to the loft to retrieve
Pledges left long ago in their lives ...
So goes a story that now I've forgotten
That at night, in the inn, there appear silhouettes
With red lanterns, yellow, green.

But when the cock crows toward daybreak, a pack
Of ghosts tumbles suddenly out of the loft,
And across the fields, and in chaos is lost
Red, yellow and green.

-Romanian Poet, George Bacovia (1881-1957)
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