http://epilogue.blogdrive.com/ Epilogue Wed, 08 Mar 2006 15:00:27 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2006. Friends Writing RPG http://epilogue.blogdrive.com/archive/4.html Wed, 08 Mar 2006 14:59:46 GMT What is it you said kid? The world isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Its a very rough, mean place. And no matter how tough you think you are, it'll always bring you to your knees and keep you there. Permanently. If you let it. You are nobody. Aint' never gonna hit as hard as life. But it isn't about how hard you hit, its about how hard you can get hit. And keep moving forward. How much you can take. And keep...moving...forward. If you know what your worth, go out and get what your worth. But you got to be willing to take the hit. http://epilogue.blogdrive.com/comments?id=4 http://epilogue.blogdrive.com/archive/3.html Sat, 04 Mar 2006 23:57:06 GMT Let's put an end to this falsehood, to the conception that this is different. Misunderstood and misconstrued, alternative only in vocabulary. You leave the office on a friday, swap one glazed expression for another, for 48 hours in elaborate gilded costumes at the masquerade warehouse. http://epilogue.blogdrive.com/comments?id=3 http://epilogue.blogdrive.com/archive/2.html Wed, 01 Mar 2006 20:48:43 GMT The Unions represented the first step, the natural solution to the 'natural' condition. The chasm between means and ends. When the hand that feeds gave me a slap in the same motion, it was rational and some would of argued 'only human' to ask: "Who the hell is this man to feed me, and by what right does he force me to live in a section five, lot number four of his back garden?" I'm only a traveller to these lands Sir, you tell me. Here I am, standing in the passenger lounge with a fools smile and a shovel in my hand. All I wanted was to build me a house, but I'm forced to participate in... (more) http://epilogue.blogdrive.com/comments?id=2 http://epilogue.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html Sat, 25 Feb 2006 23:42:03 GMT Tell me that I'm the product of my father's confident smile, and the sum total of my mother's reticent blush. And I'll tell you that I'm the product of three vodka martini's and of a commitment not to die alone. We were alone in the moment, foolish in hindsight, and giddy with the intoxicating allure of what had already been dubbed "Jeune amour: une tragédie". Its not that I wanted it to be any different, its just that I could never hold you for longer than the whisper of a promise in my ear. ...and the number of your house. I drifted away at two in the morning, leaving you... (more) http://epilogue.blogdrive.com/comments?id=1