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May 27, 2006
the Mime and the Ventriloquist
_____ lay still in his bed, looking to the ceiling. for four hours now he could not sleep. He had done everything he could think of to fall asleep, to the point of frustration.
annoyed, _____ left his room and sat in front of the television. he turned on the late night news.
A family of four, trapped in their blazing home. Fire fighters struggled to drown the fire, before it did anyone, but their efforts were in vain. The house, too, was brought down as they finally put the fire out.
Old wiring was the apperent cause of the fire. Old wiring and a brand new sound system.
the presenter's essentially-goodlooking face remained calm and professionally emotionless as she reported the news. The victims were filmed as they were carried out. The fourteen yr old daughter in particular.
The skin on her face and arms had been burnt away, exposing flesh that gleamed in the moonlight, as well as bits of charred whatever. Her hair and eyebrows too had been taken by the fire, leaving behind a face so naked, a face twisted in horror, pinched in pain. her eyes stood out staring deep into the camera lenses, having their eyelids sublimed. Her mouth stayed gaping open, as if she was screaming for help.
Somehow it looked like she was crying into the camera , "Wake up-"
But _____ was fast asleep now.
f. 
Posted at 01:16 am by redundant
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Jun 15, 2005
Why is it people love the mountains they never can climb?
i'm just too weak now. All those
visions of the better, they are no more.
(they never even were), but still i want them.
Angels in a sinking ship,
helpless living Flaws, living a flaw.
a flaw this was made to run on, that drove me so far out,
only to sink.
This is my loss, i'll steer me to my Rocks.
My capsized,
my sunken.
Angels sunk my ship.
this was made to sink.
this was made to sink. i'll take it still.
that mountain, i see no more.
but still i want..
felix.
Posted at 10:56 pm by redundant
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Feb 25, 2005
Testimonial for a Dead Man
Leave it sweetheart, leave it... the clock has gone wry.
The ticks and the tocks are slowing down.
Its time is running out... And a clean cut slice-
of flesh is good as those rotting underground.
Shrivelled seconds and ailing arms.
Every shudder adds one foot to the pre-dug grave.
Numbers naked on a face fainted.
Anticipating the very destination these signs paved.
I've seen 'em all before...
I've seen 'em all before...
A king, a clown, a soldier, and a nurse...
He chose to live his life a whore.
But he (now) lies innocent in the hearse.
Leave here sweetheart... Leave this place.
This death is also the end of your defiance
This death doesn't end his life in failure.
"I will leave tomorrow, cos' Sal of the Sunshine told me to wait some more..."
-by Dan
Posted at 10:21 pm by redundant
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Dec 26, 2004
YOU: You are the world to me.
The center of mine. All i see.
Why... Don't you know that.
And yet, You don't see me.
To You, i'm nothing.
Nothing more than dirt on your shoe.
Pinch of salt in your Sweet, Sweet Life.
And all i see is you.
Take it.
Take it ALL from me.
It makes You happy.
All i want is to make You happy.
All i want is to be perfect for You.
And i know
The only way i can be Perfect,
IS if i were dead...
(felix.)
"Thank You for making me, worthless in Your life..."
Posted at 11:55 pm by redundant
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Dec 9, 2004
The Last Train
We can't breathe in the same sun anymore.
I can't live in the Same world as you.
You are Stupid!
And I am too...
You chained me to the railway track
And the lights are getting brigher.
You can choose to run me down or pass me by.
...
...
Read me now.
I wouldn't fight anymore.
I'm too dead to argue.
Think, Don't Pray
Think, Don't Pray
Did g0d choose to take me home this way?
Think, Don't Preach
Soon we'll treat you like a bloodsucking leech.
Think, Don't Praise.
Have you even seen this person's face?
Dan
Posted at 08:49 pm by redundant
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Nov 23, 2004
Look at me.
Taken over by the pain.
Draining what little life remained...
You Leaned over,
And I let you Kiss me.
I don't believe this.
I loved you.
i trusted you.
i trusted you, but what did you do?
Bit me in the neck,
and i can't stop bleeding.
Now i'm choking on nothing,
And i hope you enjoy what you see.
What you've done to me...
felix.
Posted at 11:56 am by redundant
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Nov 8, 2004
End
Paint maggots in your empty sky.
They wouldn't bother you anymore.
Enter the world's deadliest heaven.
For you've flown all your life.
Thinkin' you've reached your destination.
It wasn't about the destination.
But the journey.
Start
You color my disaster with all your splendor.
Smother my heartache with all your elegance.
Your wings are now on fire.
My hands are tied at my back, in vain.
And I watch you burn in pain.
I want my coffin too.
I want my coffin too.
I want my coffin too.
I want my coffin too.
Soon you'll cease all cries.
Cease all sighs.
My seclusion starts as soon as you heave your last lungful.
'Cos the end of "Us",
Spells the start of "Without You".
by Dan
"I hear the sounds of distant drums, far away, far away... And here they come, for me to go... And I will go and you will stay..."- Gentleman Jim Reeves.
Posted at 07:34 pm by redundant
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A Redundant Funeral, more than just pictures and words, put together, each adding meaning to the other. It's a tribute to the little things that many of us, are too Good to bother about, (at least that 's what we say). The things, you would conveniently turn your heads away from. "Out of sight, out of mind"? If you say so...- felixA Redundant Funeral juxtoposes photographs and poetry. Art at its most honest, nothing have been painted or sugar coated to blanket the bitter taste of truth. "I hate these things, make them go away from me!" But they are here to stay. I give to You my purest of art... Well maybe we are just a knot of macabre, grotesque beings. - Dan
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