Monday, February 14, 2011

Colossal Phoenix

The shriek is piercing and louder than sound itself but you don't hear it coming down until it hits, with the momentum and power of a thousand lifetimes moving at 343.2 meters per second. And it will kill you or it will explode around you into dust, only to await you in the next life. It's love and it's hate and it's occasionally personified in the most beautiful tragic forms imaginable.


"Well she's running to the hills again,
Can you tell me if she'll ever return?
She must be Mother Nature's child
Cause she's running to the call of the wild.
She's talking to the trees again,
Telling me that she's one of them.
Lookin' at the bird in the tree,
Though she's never gonna notice me, no."



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