"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Monday, September 6, 2010

Divine Milieu...U2 - "Red Hill Mining Town"



The glass is cut
The bottle run dry.
Our love runs cold
In the caverns of the night.
We're wounded by fear
Injured in doubt.

I can lose myself
You I can't live without.
We see love, slowly stripped away Our love has seen its better day.
Hangin' on...
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