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Of Dreams and Obscurity (Other) by wilco
Holding on for dear life from the edge of a jagged cliff whilst Johnny Cash plays ring of fire on an out of tune guitar. Greeting the end of the world from a box seat at Wrigley whilst passing a joint to the gathering people on the green lawn. Smoking the last cigarette from a pack of Camel Lights whilst a drunken leprechaun dances a jig and bleeds blue shamrocks. Standing on the banks of the Mississippi river at night whilst the moon dangles lazily on a line and falls into the water. Are these the dreams of a seriously disturbed gentleman, or the ramblings of an inebriated Irishman who grew too tall to leap?

Up the ladder: Ayudame (Help Me)

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Arithmetic Mean: 7.3
Weighted score: 6.15
Overall Rank: 1071
Posted: April 22, 2004 7:43 PM PDT; Last modified: April 22, 2004 8:24 PM PDT
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Comments:
[n/a] <~> @ 64.252.164.251 | 22-Apr-04/11:35 PM | Reply
or a list of opening lines for short stories?
[n/a] wilco @ 24.176.102.131 > <~> | 23-Apr-04/12:44 PM | Reply
A short story about a drunken leprechaun smoking a joint a Wrigley Field with Johnny Cash....it just might work.
[9] deleted user @ 68.66.196.168 | 23-Apr-04/11:08 AM | Reply
No, they're mostly the dreams of a California despondent, following a man to the hills of Tennessee without a clue.
[n/a] wilco @ 24.176.102.131 > deleted user | 23-Apr-04/12:46 PM | Reply
and do you think that the California despondent found any hope in the hills of Tennessee?
[9] deleted user @ 68.66.196.168 > wilco | 23-Apr-04/1:26 PM | Reply
Absolutely! Do you not remember my passionate poems?
[n/a] wilco @ 24.176.102.131 > deleted user | 23-Apr-04/9:53 PM | Reply
Of course. They are a constant source of inspiration to me. I must graciously extend my most humble apologies if I have offended you with my question. I suppose that I didn't understand that you were referring to yourself. :o)
[n/a] wilco @ 24.176.102.131 > wilco | 24-Apr-04/9:19 PM | Reply
By the way, I didn't mean for that to sound as smart-ass as it does. I really do like your poems.
[9] Shuushin @ 207.5.211.177 | 23-Apr-04/8:16 PM | Reply
I can't imagine anyone too tall to leap.

How does that work?
[n/a] wilco @ 24.176.102.131 > Shuushin | 23-Apr-04/9:50 PM | Reply
You see, there would be no limit to how tall you could be if all that you wanted to do was jump. To leap (a feat that I associate with small "low-to-the-ground" beings such as frogs, midgets, leprechauns, etc.) you would need to be, as mentioned, low to the ground. If you grew to extreme heights, I imagine that it would be impossible to leap....that you would simply jump.
[9] Shuushin @ 207.5.211.177 > wilco | 24-Apr-04/10:22 AM | Reply
Sure, I'll buy that.

Thanks.
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