Friday, April 11, 2014
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Favorite Code Geass Quotes
"False tears can only hurt others. False smiles can only hurt yourself."
"The world won't change with pretty words alone."
"I being powerless is terribly wrong, then does having power make you right?"
"What do you do when there is an evil you cannot defeat by just means? Do you stain your hands with evil to destroy evil, or do you remain steadfastly just and rightous, even if it means surrendering to evil?"
"In either case, evil remains."
"The only ones who should kill are those who are prepared to be killed."
"If the king doesn't lead, then how can he expect his subordinates to follow?"
"The world won't change with pretty words alone."
"I being powerless is terribly wrong, then does having power make you right?"
"What do you do when there is an evil you cannot defeat by just means? Do you stain your hands with evil to destroy evil, or do you remain steadfastly just and rightous, even if it means surrendering to evil?"
"In either case, evil remains."
"The only ones who should kill are those who are prepared to be killed."
"If the king doesn't lead, then how can he expect his subordinates to follow?"
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Understood
My first language is lying
My second is hate
My third is passion
And days of belate.
I hear the smoke
I hear the wind
I hear the forgotten songs
Sung by a twin.
Voice to fro
Far and far
Back and forth
The thought is gone.
To hell, they fly
Rising above
Notes of the angels
Delivered to none.
My first language is lying
My second is hate
My third is passion
And days of belate.
My second is hate
My third is passion
And days of belate.
I hear the smoke
I hear the wind
I hear the forgotten songs
Sung by a twin.
Voice to fro
Far and far
Back and forth
The thought is gone.
To hell, they fly
Rising above
Notes of the angels
Delivered to none.
My first language is lying
My second is hate
My third is passion
And days of belate.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Quoting Jace (Mortal Instruments)
“I was hoping they'd put up flyers like they do for lost cats," he said, "Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to 'Jace' or 'Hot Stuff.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
“Don't order any of the faerie food," said Jace, looking at her over the top of his menu. "It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute you're munching a faerie plum, the next minute you're running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not," he added hastily, "that this has ever happened to me.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
“Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?" asked Simon.
"No," Jace said. "Sometimes he sits on the couch and does it.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
“Usually I'm remarkably good natured. Try me on a day that doesn't end in y.”
― Cassandra Clare
“It wouldn't be my move," Jace agreed. "First the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
“It's not gray," Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green."
"If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood," said Jace.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
“If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you’ll have to let me know. I’d like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I’m not sure which.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
“It's so dark,' she said lamely.
'You want me to hold your hand?'
Clary put both her hands behind her back like a small child.
'Don't talk down to me. '
'Well, I could hardly talk up to you. You're too short.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
“Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death."
He blinked. "There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it. What's up?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
“The [coat] rack above his head like a javelin.
On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. "Is that a coatrack?"
Jordan slammed the coatrack down on the ground and sighed. "If you'd been a vampire, this would have been a lot more useful."
"Yes," said Jace. "Or, you know, just someone with a lot of coats.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels
“Clary wasn't sure what she'd expected-exclamations of delight, perhaps a smattering of applause. Instead there was silence, broken only when Jace said, "Somehow, I thought it would be bigger."
Clary looked at the Cup in her hand. It was the size, perhaps, of an ordinary wineglass, only much heavier. Power thrummed through it, like blood through living veins. "It's a perfectly nice size," she said indignantly.
"Oh, it's big enough," he said patronizingly, "but somehow I was expecting something… you know." He gestured with his hands, indicating something roughly the size of a house cat.
"It's the Mortal Cup, Jace, not the Mortal Toilet Bowl," said Isabelle.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
“Oh, come on, Jace," Clary said. "You can't wait for perfect behavior from everyone. Adults screw up too. Go back to the Institute and talk to her rationally. Be a man."
"I don't want to be a man," said Jace. "I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead."
"Well," said Luke, "you're doing a fantastic job.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
“I will have you know I practiced that speech. In front of a mirror before you got here."
"So what do you think it meant?"
"I'm not sure" Jace admitted, "but I know I look damn good delivering it.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
“I am with you. I'm not going anywhere."
"Is there anything special you want to see? Paris? Budapest? The Leaning Tower of Pisa?"
Only if it falls on Sebastian's head, she thought. "Can we travel to Idris? I mean, I guess, can the apartment travel there?"
"It can't get past the wards." His hand traced a path down her cheek. "You know,I really missed you."
"You mean you haven't been going on romantic dates with Sebastian while you've been away from me?"
"I tried", Jace said, "but no matter how liquored up you get him , he just won't put out.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
“The Inquisitor stared at him as if he were a talking cockroach. "Do you know about the cuckoo bird, Jonathan Morgenstern?"
Jace wondered if perhaps being the Inquisitor—it couldn't be a pleasant job—had left Imogen Herondale a little unhinged.
"The cuckoo bird," she said. "You see, cuckoos are parasites. They lay their eggs in other birds' nests. When the egg hatches, the baby cuckoo pushes the other baby birds out of the nest. The poor parent birds work themselves to death trying to find enough food to feed the enormous cuckoo child who has murdered their babies and taken their places."
"Enormous?" said Jace. "Did you just call me fat?"
"It was an analogy."
"I am not fat.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
“This is bad," said Jace.
"You said that before."
"It seemed worth repeating."
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
“It means 'Shadowhunters: looking better in black than the widows of our enemies since 1234”
― Cassandra Clare
I also speak Russian and Italian. And some Romanian," Sebastian said with a modest smile. "I could teach you some phrases-"
"Romanian? That's impressive," said Jace. "Not many people speak it."
"Do you?" Sebastian asked with interest.
"Not really," Jace said with a smile so disarming Simon knew he was lying. "My Romanian is pretty much limited to useful phrases like, 'Are these snakes poisonous?' and 'But you look much too young to be a police officer."
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
“And I remind you of your mother now? I have got to look into a manlier cologne.”
― Cassandra Clare
“Investigation?" Isabelle laughed. "Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names."
"Good idea," said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
“Don't order any of the faerie food," said Jace, looking at her over the top of his menu. "It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute you're munching a faerie plum, the next minute you're running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not," he added hastily, "that this has ever happened to me.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
“Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?" asked Simon.
"No," Jace said. "Sometimes he sits on the couch and does it.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
“Usually I'm remarkably good natured. Try me on a day that doesn't end in y.”
― Cassandra Clare
“It wouldn't be my move," Jace agreed. "First the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
“It's not gray," Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green."
"If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood," said Jace.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
“If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you’ll have to let me know. I’d like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I’m not sure which.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
“It's so dark,' she said lamely.
'You want me to hold your hand?'
Clary put both her hands behind her back like a small child.
'Don't talk down to me. '
'Well, I could hardly talk up to you. You're too short.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
“Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death."
He blinked. "There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it. What's up?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
“The [coat] rack above his head like a javelin.
On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. "Is that a coatrack?"
Jordan slammed the coatrack down on the ground and sighed. "If you'd been a vampire, this would have been a lot more useful."
"Yes," said Jace. "Or, you know, just someone with a lot of coats.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels
“Clary wasn't sure what she'd expected-exclamations of delight, perhaps a smattering of applause. Instead there was silence, broken only when Jace said, "Somehow, I thought it would be bigger."
Clary looked at the Cup in her hand. It was the size, perhaps, of an ordinary wineglass, only much heavier. Power thrummed through it, like blood through living veins. "It's a perfectly nice size," she said indignantly.
"Oh, it's big enough," he said patronizingly, "but somehow I was expecting something… you know." He gestured with his hands, indicating something roughly the size of a house cat.
"It's the Mortal Cup, Jace, not the Mortal Toilet Bowl," said Isabelle.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
“Oh, come on, Jace," Clary said. "You can't wait for perfect behavior from everyone. Adults screw up too. Go back to the Institute and talk to her rationally. Be a man."
"I don't want to be a man," said Jace. "I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead."
"Well," said Luke, "you're doing a fantastic job.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
“I will have you know I practiced that speech. In front of a mirror before you got here."
"So what do you think it meant?"
"I'm not sure" Jace admitted, "but I know I look damn good delivering it.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
“I am with you. I'm not going anywhere."
"Is there anything special you want to see? Paris? Budapest? The Leaning Tower of Pisa?"
Only if it falls on Sebastian's head, she thought. "Can we travel to Idris? I mean, I guess, can the apartment travel there?"
"It can't get past the wards." His hand traced a path down her cheek. "You know,I really missed you."
"You mean you haven't been going on romantic dates with Sebastian while you've been away from me?"
"I tried", Jace said, "but no matter how liquored up you get him , he just won't put out.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
“The Inquisitor stared at him as if he were a talking cockroach. "Do you know about the cuckoo bird, Jonathan Morgenstern?"
Jace wondered if perhaps being the Inquisitor—it couldn't be a pleasant job—had left Imogen Herondale a little unhinged.
"The cuckoo bird," she said. "You see, cuckoos are parasites. They lay their eggs in other birds' nests. When the egg hatches, the baby cuckoo pushes the other baby birds out of the nest. The poor parent birds work themselves to death trying to find enough food to feed the enormous cuckoo child who has murdered their babies and taken their places."
"Enormous?" said Jace. "Did you just call me fat?"
"It was an analogy."
"I am not fat.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
“This is bad," said Jace.
"You said that before."
"It seemed worth repeating."
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
“It means 'Shadowhunters: looking better in black than the widows of our enemies since 1234”
― Cassandra Clare
I also speak Russian and Italian. And some Romanian," Sebastian said with a modest smile. "I could teach you some phrases-"
"Romanian? That's impressive," said Jace. "Not many people speak it."
"Do you?" Sebastian asked with interest.
"Not really," Jace said with a smile so disarming Simon knew he was lying. "My Romanian is pretty much limited to useful phrases like, 'Are these snakes poisonous?' and 'But you look much too young to be a police officer."
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
“And I remind you of your mother now? I have got to look into a manlier cologne.”
― Cassandra Clare
“Investigation?" Isabelle laughed. "Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names."
"Good idea," said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
Quoting Simon (Mortal Instruments)
“Jordan doesn't really care about the blood," Simon said now. "His whole thing is about me being comfortable with what I am. Get in touch with your inner vampire, blah, blah."
Clary slid in next to him onto the bed and hugged a pillow. "Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?"
"Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora. I'm fighting it."
Clary smiled faintly. "So your inner vampire is Magnus?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
“Simon rolled his eyes. “It’s a good thing we know the person who’s dating Magnus Bane,” he said. “Otherwise, I get the feeling we’d all just lie around all the time wondering what the hell to do next. Or trying to raise the money to hire him by selling lemonade or something.”
Alec looked merely irritated by this comment. “The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
“What's that you're holding?" he asked, noticing the pamphlet, still rolled up in her left hand.
"Oh, this?" She held it up. "How to Come Out to Your Parents."
He widened his eyes. "Something you want to tell me?"
"It's not for me. It's for you." She handed it to him.
"I don't have to come out to my mother," said Simon. "She already thinks I'm gay because I'm not interested in sports and I haven't had a serious girlfriend yet. Not that she knows of, anyway."
"But you have to come out as a vampire," Clary pointed out. "Luke thought you could, you know, use one of the suggested speeches in the pamphlet, except use the word 'undead' instead of--"
"I get it, I get it." Simon spread the pamphlet open. "Here, I'll practice on you." He cleared his throat. "Mom. I have something to tell you. I'm undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I'm here to tell you that the undead are just like you and me." Simon paused. "Well, okay. Possibly more like me than you."
"SIMON."
"All right, all right." He went on. "The first thing you need to understand is that I'm the same person I always was. Being undead isn't the most important thing about me. It's just part of who I am. The second thing you should know is that it isn't a choice. I was born this way." Simon squinted at her over the pamphlet. "Sorry, reborn this way.”
― Cassandra Clare
“No, you don’t need to help me. But if you don’t, there’s nothing stopping me from calling you up again and again, now that I know you can’t kill me. Think of it as me leaning against your Heavenly doorbell… forever.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
“Basia conquum," Simon said. "Or whatever their motto is."
"It's 'Descensus Averno facilis est.' 'The descent into hell is easy,'" said Alec. "You just said 'Kiss the cook.'"
"Dammit," said Simon. "I knew Jace was screwing with me.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
“Patience, grasshopper," said Maia. "Good things come to those who wait."
"I always thought that was 'Good things come to those who do the wave,'" said Simon. "No wonder I've been so confused all my life.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
“I guess it’s true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches."
"That’s atheists, jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches.”
― Cassandra Clare
“The thing about the Mirror is that no one knows where it is. In fact, no one knows what it is.”
"It’s a mirror,” Simon said. “You know – reflective, glass. I’m just assuming.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Clary slid in next to him onto the bed and hugged a pillow. "Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?"
"Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora. I'm fighting it."
Clary smiled faintly. "So your inner vampire is Magnus?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
“Simon rolled his eyes. “It’s a good thing we know the person who’s dating Magnus Bane,” he said. “Otherwise, I get the feeling we’d all just lie around all the time wondering what the hell to do next. Or trying to raise the money to hire him by selling lemonade or something.”
Alec looked merely irritated by this comment. “The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
“What's that you're holding?" he asked, noticing the pamphlet, still rolled up in her left hand.
"Oh, this?" She held it up. "How to Come Out to Your Parents."
He widened his eyes. "Something you want to tell me?"
"It's not for me. It's for you." She handed it to him.
"I don't have to come out to my mother," said Simon. "She already thinks I'm gay because I'm not interested in sports and I haven't had a serious girlfriend yet. Not that she knows of, anyway."
"But you have to come out as a vampire," Clary pointed out. "Luke thought you could, you know, use one of the suggested speeches in the pamphlet, except use the word 'undead' instead of--"
"I get it, I get it." Simon spread the pamphlet open. "Here, I'll practice on you." He cleared his throat. "Mom. I have something to tell you. I'm undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I'm here to tell you that the undead are just like you and me." Simon paused. "Well, okay. Possibly more like me than you."
"SIMON."
"All right, all right." He went on. "The first thing you need to understand is that I'm the same person I always was. Being undead isn't the most important thing about me. It's just part of who I am. The second thing you should know is that it isn't a choice. I was born this way." Simon squinted at her over the pamphlet. "Sorry, reborn this way.”
― Cassandra Clare
“No, you don’t need to help me. But if you don’t, there’s nothing stopping me from calling you up again and again, now that I know you can’t kill me. Think of it as me leaning against your Heavenly doorbell… forever.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
“Basia conquum," Simon said. "Or whatever their motto is."
"It's 'Descensus Averno facilis est.' 'The descent into hell is easy,'" said Alec. "You just said 'Kiss the cook.'"
"Dammit," said Simon. "I knew Jace was screwing with me.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
“Patience, grasshopper," said Maia. "Good things come to those who wait."
"I always thought that was 'Good things come to those who do the wave,'" said Simon. "No wonder I've been so confused all my life.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
“I guess it’s true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches."
"That’s atheists, jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches.”
― Cassandra Clare
“The thing about the Mirror is that no one knows where it is. In fact, no one knows what it is.”
"It’s a mirror,” Simon said. “You know – reflective, glass. I’m just assuming.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
I'm Not Perfect
I'm not alwats pretty
I'm not always kind
I'm not always flirty
Charming and fine.
When you look at me
Then all I will see
Is the girl inside
I want to be.
If I begin to change
Then you'll hold me back
You'll whisper to me
There's nothing you lack.
You're beautiful
Inside and out
Don't change for the world
Don't look back
Just you and me
Is all I can see
You standing there
Perfectly.
I'm not always kind
I'm not always flirty
Charming and fine.
When you look at me
Then all I will see
Is the girl inside
I want to be.
If I begin to change
Then you'll hold me back
You'll whisper to me
There's nothing you lack.
You're beautiful
Inside and out
Don't change for the world
Don't look back
Just you and me
Is all I can see
You standing there
Perfectly.
Despite Me
Despite my appearance
Despite my pain
Despite my awkwardness
And lacking of brain
You see my eyes
My heart, my soul
My truth
Despite everything else
I'll always have you.
Despite my pain
Despite my awkwardness
And lacking of brain
You see my eyes
My heart, my soul
My truth
Despite everything else
I'll always have you.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Another Quote
"Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet.
And so are you.
But the roses are wilted.
The violets are dead.
The sugar bowl's empty.
And so is your head."
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet.
And so are you.
But the roses are wilted.
The violets are dead.
The sugar bowl's empty.
And so is your head."
Friday, April 13, 2012
10 Things in Golf that Sound Dirty
"10 Things In Golf That Sound Dirty:
1. Look at the size of his putter.
2. Oh, dang, my shaft's all bent.
3. You really wacked the hell out of that sucker.
4. After 18 holes I can barely walk.
5. My hands are so sweaty I can't get a good grip.
6. Lift your head and spread your legs.
7. You have a nice stroke, but your follow through leaves a lot to be desired.
8. Just turn your back and drop it.
9. Hold up. I've got to wash my balls.
10. Damn, I missed the hole again."
(I just HAD to post this.)
1. Look at the size of his putter.
2. Oh, dang, my shaft's all bent.
3. You really wacked the hell out of that sucker.
4. After 18 holes I can barely walk.
5. My hands are so sweaty I can't get a good grip.
6. Lift your head and spread your legs.
7. You have a nice stroke, but your follow through leaves a lot to be desired.
8. Just turn your back and drop it.
9. Hold up. I've got to wash my balls.
10. Damn, I missed the hole again."
(I just HAD to post this.)
Thursday, April 12, 2012
"Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect."
"You're not going crazy. You're going sane in a crazy world!"
"If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried."
"I don't have an aggression problem. I have a problem that most people are idiots and they need to be dealt with violently."
"I was born lost and took no pleasure in being found."
"What's the point of living, if everyday you feel like dying?"
"Insanity is a symptom for imagination."
"The girl who seemed unbreakable, broke. The girl who always laughed, cried. The girl that never stopped trying, finally gave up. She dropped her fake smile as a tear rolled down her cheek and she whispered to herself, 'I can't do this anymore."
"Most fairy tales turn out to be nightmares."
"Even angels have their wicked schemes."
"So just pull the trigger."
"She plays her music loud because she wants to tune out reality."
"Life is like an hourglass.... eventually everything hits the bottom and all you have to do is wait until someone comes along and turns it around."
"The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do."
"You're not going crazy. You're going sane in a crazy world!"
"If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried."
"I don't have an aggression problem. I have a problem that most people are idiots and they need to be dealt with violently."
"I was born lost and took no pleasure in being found."
"What's the point of living, if everyday you feel like dying?"
"Insanity is a symptom for imagination."
"The girl who seemed unbreakable, broke. The girl who always laughed, cried. The girl that never stopped trying, finally gave up. She dropped her fake smile as a tear rolled down her cheek and she whispered to herself, 'I can't do this anymore."
"Most fairy tales turn out to be nightmares."
"Even angels have their wicked schemes."
"So just pull the trigger."
"She plays her music loud because she wants to tune out reality."
"Life is like an hourglass.... eventually everything hits the bottom and all you have to do is wait until someone comes along and turns it around."
"The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do."
Thursday, March 15, 2012
New Flight
So much potential, so little time
When you look at the clock
You'll think of this rhyme.
As the hands keep ticking
Your heart goes to rest
And the world keeps spinning
Like forever is best.
The darkening light is all you can see
But sooner or later
Nothing will be.
As the hands keep ticking
On the never-ending clock
The feathers will fall
As you continue to walk.
With a new light
Your eyes will gleam
As your final flight goes
On the wings of an angel.
When you look at the clock
You'll think of this rhyme.
As the hands keep ticking
Your heart goes to rest
And the world keeps spinning
Like forever is best.
The darkening light is all you can see
But sooner or later
Nothing will be.
As the hands keep ticking
On the never-ending clock
The feathers will fall
As you continue to walk.
With a new light
Your eyes will gleam
As your final flight goes
On the wings of an angel.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
The Fall
When do you fly,
when you know there's no sky?
When do you swim,
when you know only to lie?
The world lacks the moon,
As time forgets noon.
While the rain falls together,
and lands in the Nevers too soon.
when you know there's no sky?
When do you swim,
when you know only to lie?
The world lacks the moon,
As time forgets noon.
While the rain falls together,
and lands in the Nevers too soon.
Forget
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Dear Alice, rejoice!
You've lost what you knew.
The time, how tardy
The streets are lined.
We're waiting for you
And your lovely little mind.
Come join us!
We saved you a seat.
The tea is still warm
And there's cookies for treats.
Let's talk and gossip
About all around.
We'll never get tired
Of anything you've found.
Tell us all
Of the world you enjoy
The secrets uncovered
And lives you've destroyed.
Speak to us
Fill our ears.
We'll listen and listen
Our faces, but mirrors.
Stay with us
We'll take care of you.
Smile and laugh
And forget what you knew.
Violets are blue
Dear Alice, rejoice!
You've lost what you knew.
The time, how tardy
The streets are lined.
We're waiting for you
And your lovely little mind.
Come join us!
We saved you a seat.
The tea is still warm
And there's cookies for treats.
Let's talk and gossip
About all around.
We'll never get tired
Of anything you've found.
Tell us all
Of the world you enjoy
The secrets uncovered
And lives you've destroyed.
Speak to us
Fill our ears.
We'll listen and listen
Our faces, but mirrors.
Stay with us
We'll take care of you.
Smile and laugh
And forget what you knew.
Over The Edge
(To be spoken or read with a "bouncy" children's story tune to it.)
Over the edge and under the bridge
Off to where we go.
We'll follow the pathway through the woods
Down the hills we'll roll.
Into the cave within the sea
We'll surface now and then to breathe.
And when we surface
We'll float there and lie
Wondering when we'll die.
To the sky
We'll look to see
The clouds above us taking leave
Flying away they go.
And toward the land
They'll float away.
Taking with them
Lights of day.
Leaving us to wonder there
When are we going to die.
And with the sun
Enters the moon
Taking up our sky.
We'll laugh and point
When they fall.
The little things
Not so small.
Taken with
The ocean's call.
Leaving us to fall and wait
For the day's daylight break.
Forcing us to wonder now
When are we going to die.
And then we're answered
By the waves.
Taken and taken
Like by weights.
Down we'll fall
Together and all.
We'll see you next time
Answer the call.
Together again
To wait and see
What your answer
There will be.
To wonder which
You should go.
Now you're gonna die.
Over the edge and under the bridge
Off to where we go.
We'll follow the pathway through the woods
Down the hills we'll roll.
Into the cave within the sea
We'll surface now and then to breathe.
And when we surface
We'll float there and lie
Wondering when we'll die.
To the sky
We'll look to see
The clouds above us taking leave
Flying away they go.
And toward the land
They'll float away.
Taking with them
Lights of day.
Leaving us to wonder there
When are we going to die.
And with the sun
Enters the moon
Taking up our sky.
We'll laugh and point
When they fall.
The little things
Not so small.
Taken with
The ocean's call.
Leaving us to fall and wait
For the day's daylight break.
Forcing us to wonder now
When are we going to die.
And then we're answered
By the waves.
Taken and taken
Like by weights.
Down we'll fall
Together and all.
We'll see you next time
Answer the call.
Together again
To wait and see
What your answer
There will be.
To wonder which
You should go.
Now you're gonna die.
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