a good day, finally, among all the bloody english april showers


TurbulanceDisturbance. A turbulance of the mind. Unrest. Waves, breaking, crashing, pounding the sand. Sliced by rocks. Breaking, crashing, drawing. Breaking, crashing, drawing. A never ending cycle. But broken, choppy. Constant discord. Madness.Turbulance


Into the mistLift, drop, lift, drop. Again and again,the sound of feet, marching feet, All around. Down the road we sweep. The red of our capes andInto the mist
the bronze of our armour bright and alive, next to the
chilling, mossy hills and
forests nearby. Our golden Eagle, leading us on into the mist. A beacon to us, A warnig to others. Swift, silent, deadly. That is what we are. The Ninth Roman Legion. That day we marched out into the mist, and never came marching back. And to this day only Britains again hillside will ever know
what became of


The StreetScene 1:The Street
(Man walking past what appears to be a lit window. Only light on stage is coming from behind the mesh curtains of the windows. Shapes are discernable within, seated around a table. Man pauses outside.)
Ted: There they are again, sitting down to dinner tonight, though. It’s a bit earlier than usual, perhaps Mary’s exams start tomorrow, or John was tired. I wonder what they are having.
(Man now walks past window, past a few doors, and turns into one. Lights go down. Lights go up and man is sitting in a living room on a sofa, with what appears to be a “heat and serve” type TV dinner. A flashing, s
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'I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone. But they've always worked for me'. - Hunter S Thompson
'I ain't quiet - everyone else is too loud' - The Who, 'The Quiet One'
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the zepplin speaks
big it up
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Ruki's my bitch.
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the sex | the sex store
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the sex | the sex store
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