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Pyrrhus smoked the sun

by SupremeDreamer

Member since 2003 · Posted 18 Dec 2003 · 7 comments

Sand castles fell at dusk during the suns stifled yawn; here amongst the ruins we trudge speaking in silence since words no longer carry meaning. The frigid wind whistles its tune pressing against us as boots scrape the last grains of our spirit into the receding ebbtide. Flames consume the sky, evanescing as smoke rises to dance over the ashes; even the sun must crumble before he can rise again.

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[9] darby pyn 18-Dec-03/7:30 PM Reply
reminds me of camping at the beach.
I miss that . 9
[n/a] SupremeDreamer › darby pyn 18-Dec-03/10:31 PM Reply
Bonfires and mushrooms- best week I ever had in my life.
[10] <{Baba^Yaga}> 18-Dec-03/7:37 PM Reply
Here's that morning star track, by the way. Merry christmas freak and have a safe one.
[n/a] SupremeDreamer › <{Baba^Yaga}> 18-Dec-03/10:36 PM Reply
Merry christmas to you too psycho killer, thanks for the track- forgot that my redirect service doesn't handle large files. (oh well.. perhaps I'll pay for full pop3 service, 100$ a year doesn't sound bad.)
[10] The_Third_Isis 19-Dec-03/2:23 AM Reply
Your Modus operendi, thrills me to the core really.
A "mime" speaking in silence, but yet penetrating
the mind, with azure recolections of what it was,
as with a piercing of a spear.Bravo a 10+

[5] Jill Stockinger 2-Jan-21/6:16 PM Reply
I found the idea of "as boots scrape the last grains/ of our spirit into the receding ebbtide" a bit too opaque