Coscus

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Coscus   03.12.2008 10:06   Заявить о нарушении

the iron megaduck is too well for its advanced age. and it is a doubleplusgood duckspeaker.

Coscus   13.10.2008 01:05   Заявить о нарушении

thanx
they are indeed for eyereading

Coscus   23.04.2008 00:52   Заявить о нарушении

thank you
i would like to, someday

Coscus   11.04.2008 22:51   Заявить о нарушении

"I'm beaten down this morning by my own expectations, by the cruel vagaries of life, by the smallness of my own talent, which wants to be more than it is. Why must we be such specks of dust on some days; the lint of a balled up heart blowing away from itself and somewhere the slivered eye seeing only what might have been saved? I've no reason to want more and should be content with little (so sayeth the blind man with his trusty stick and the lethal traffic thinning in time to hobble home)....yet it rises up in me, ridiculous roaring, naked wave refusing to be broken and rushing, rushing to crush pale foamy limbs against the sands. If I were the flesh of water, my ears would hear the wind whispering fathoms of genius sleeping in my own drowsy depths, and I would be as lost as I am now.
Sometimes I imagine God. He gives me a basket with bread and wine and a flower to pluck one petal at a time. He loves me, he loves me not.
I dreamed someday I might be great, an imagined greatness, a greatness conceived when I was four. I would be an artist. I wrote many books with accompanying illustrations and signed them in a LARGE scrawling hand. I knew I was magnificent, but the world had not yet discovered me. I sang and danced and drew and wrote. No one saw me. I was an idea surviving in secrecy.
Funny, how those with the least rights to dream, dream the most sometimes, and that was me. From fists and madness, death and the relentless violence of home, I fled and made the library my sanctuary. Breathing in books, between the pages, the air of countries I might never see, the hearts and minds of those I might never meet, and yet I did know them. I was alive in words. Language became the key; and through mastery of this savage, beautiful, ancient thing, I might become the animal I dreamed. Brutal tongues; the legacy of mankind's very beginning and the sacred Word all swimming in one modern mind. Despite my abysmally poor formal education, I might learn by merely opening a book.
I still dream of being great. I feel foolish and fiercely protective of my hunger to be excellent. I write and write. Sometimes I write nothing. Sometimes I reject everything. I hold the final petal of the flower God gave me. I use it to save my place between the pages of a great book. Have faith and follow your own genius"....C

Мэтти Дубоис   20.05.2007 06:05   Заявить о нарушении

yes, a family hybridised of george bush & jerry falwell and the ilk :) prescription for hope indeed, at least enough to galvanize the wooden doll until someone brings a box of matches and sets fire to the temple :)))
glad you like it

Coscus   22.05.2007 03:51   Заявить о нарушении

and who wrote that stuff in the quotation above?

Coscus   22.05.2007 03:52   Заявить о нарушении

I believe the "C" stands for "concealed" or "cowardly" :-) Makes it quite mysterious though don't you think? "The Masked Writer" ;)

Мэтти Дубоис   22.05.2007 04:20   Заявить о нарушении

concealed, or cowardly :)) hmmmm. fine, fine. well, collective hope will prevail in the library, just like anywhere else :) there are surveillance cameras to see through the disguise

Coscus   22.05.2007 08:33   Заявить о нарушении

Smiling at "Surveillance Cameras"...Here in Texas we don't waste much time worrying about surveillance ;-) Why, we are in the Bible Belt, and Hell is a local call so the government thought their money would be better spent in the north...haha.....;-)

Мэтти Дубоис   22.05.2007 17:57   Заявить о нарушении

so you quite likely know a lot about crusaders for public hope there in Texas :) they seem to frolic around in abundance :)

Coscus   23.05.2007 06:00   Заявить о нарушении

"We are the People" One Nation, under God, Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all, and in my community, God is the "collective hope." Political and Social movements are best left to those who's hopes and aspirations are the dust of tomorrow: Ashes to ashes and dust to dust!

Мэтти Дубоис   23.05.2007 17:44   Заявить о нарушении

see, when it comes to collective hope, indivisibility stops working :)

Coscus   27.05.2007 07:00   Заявить о нарушении

again very origianally written poem! ;)) you got your individual way :)) have a good time

Кертис Эйлес   26.08.2005 09:56   Заявить о нарушении

oh yes, discovering or being discovered... just the same, so who to hide from? the secret is there's something inside but how should he use it?
thanxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
you seem to know it

Coscus   26.08.2005 11:25   Заявить о нарушении

to Curtis: thank you

Coscus   26.08.2005 11:27   Заявить о нарушении

hey there.. ..u still in character?

Марфушка   15.11.2005 08:18   Заявить о нарушении

yessss... been so busy as just to keep head above water :) will make a return next week.

Coscus   18.11.2005 23:49   Заявить о нарушении

hope you did not drown :)
Happy turkey

Марфушка   27.11.2005 09:46   Заявить о нарушении

СПАСИБО!

Даниловцева Людмила   24.08.2005 20:18   Заявить о нарушении