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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Apr 13, 2005 18:48:01 GMT -5
free bird leaps on the back of the win and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and is tune is heard on the distant hillfor the caged bird sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Apr 13, 2005 22:07:29 GMT -5
Zivon laughs, and is entertained by this forwardness, and blatant mockery.
"That's really not what I had in mind, however if you haven't slept with me, then you clearly haven't slept with enough nihilists."
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Apr 13, 2005 22:09:05 GMT -5
"I don't have time to entertain you right now. I have to prepare my speech. But here's my number, call me tomorrow evening and maybe if you're lucky I'll give you the time of day."
I hand him my number and walk away. I walk back to my hotel to look over my notes.
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on Apr 13, 2005 22:11:51 GMT -5
"I'll meet you at the trainstation tomorrow," Alejos says, looking at the clock. "What time do you think you'll be able to get here?"
(Sorry that took so long, mom stole the compy. I do angry spite jig!)
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 14, 2005 2:37:21 GMT -5
((No worries, laddy))
"We can be there by late afternoon... I'll see you tomorrow." Sakari hangs up the phone, picks up his stuff, and continues to head back to the hotel with Cambridge.
"We'll meet him in the early afternoon." I repeat to Cambridge. The weight of the bags makes it feel like my wounds are reopening...
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 14, 2005 2:41:37 GMT -5
"Let's take these bags back to the room." Cambridge suggest. Sie sees that Sakari is struggling with his and grabs them. Sie slings them over hir shoulder.
"Don't worry, I can handle it. Now, let's head back, chummy chum chum."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 14, 2005 2:43:32 GMT -5
Sakari smirks.
"Thanks Cambridge... Oh, and I like being called chum." We get back to the hotel room, and toss the bags inside. I flop down on the bed, feeling exhausted from the day.
"Whooo, how are you doing?" I ask all in one breath.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 14, 2005 2:47:20 GMT -5
"Swimmingly chap. What about you? How are the wounds on your back doing?" Sie asks him. Sie sits down on the bed next to him and looks at him with concern.
It has been a good and productive day. Sie can't wait to meet the Brazilian comrades. Sie is starting to like hir adventures with the 4th Internationale.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 14, 2005 2:52:43 GMT -5
"Cheerio!" Sakari replies. "That is, I could go for some..." He takes his shirt off, lifts his arms, and examines his wounds. They don't look any different.
"I think I'm okay... We should've probably bought some more bandaging or something." My wounds have been hurting pretty much all day, but I've said nothing about it, and don't want to burden hir with it, so I keep it to myself.
"How do they look?" I ask, in regards to the wounds.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 14, 2005 2:55:58 GMT -5
"They should be changed or taken off or something. I'm not really good with medical stuff." Cambridge admits.
"Maybe we should take you back to a doctor when we arrive in Brazilia, to make sure they are healing okay."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 14, 2005 3:05:25 GMT -5
"Yeah I think so too... I don't think there's too much I can do right now, though... And it keeps my insides in. That's nice." Sakari replies.
"You know, I don't say this enough, but you're a cool cat Cambridge... So cool in fact, that it required alliteration to describe how cool you are." I say, somewhat randomly.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 14, 2005 3:09:30 GMT -5
"Keeps your insides in? Are you supposed to be walking around?"
"Thanks...about the cool cat thing. I am a bit of a worry wart, but I guess that is my way. I worry too much. About everything."
Cambridge sighs and worries about Sakari's injurries.
"Maybe you should rest. I think you were released from the hospital too early. Were you even released?"
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 14, 2005 3:12:24 GMT -5
"Of course... You don't think I'd just up and leave a hospital if I were in such a condition... I'd have to be chased off by the mob to do something so brash. Oh wait..." Sakari leans back on the bed.
"And no worries laddy, I'm peachy." I say, optimistically.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 14, 2005 3:14:34 GMT -5
"Maybe you should just get some rest. We have another long day of traveling tomorrow." Cambridge says as sie forces him down. Sie knows sie is being way too over concerned here, but worrying comes nuturally to hir.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 14, 2005 3:23:29 GMT -5
Sakari winces as he's forced onto the bed.
"Eee, careful..." I say, holding my wound. "Okay, rest is good... We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow..."
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