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The girl sat in her chair, and they admired her hair, the way it blew, in the fresh cool air, she looked at them both, and scratched her chin, and waited for, the race to begin.
They saluted to her, the two gentlemen, and took to their cars, no words said between them, because they knew what to head for, and the roads were sublime, no direction for either, just to head for the line, and nobody knew where it was, and the roads had no signs, just guesswork from start to end, but whoever won, would lose a friend.
The girl stood with a wide grin, and produced a hanky so very thin, that drifted to the ground with a natural grace, which when hit the floor, began the race.
The roars of the engines as the two men set off, speeding along their own roads, for the simple task, of trying to find themselves. Both without direction, speeding around, so they could return back to her, and be kneeled and crowned.
So the first man sped, with no thoughts in his head, twisting and tumbling around the world, waiting for his life to be unfurled, and along the way, he did of course stay, with those that would hold him, and push him on further, for being so romantic, and he took their advice, and rolled on like a pair of dice, two numbers together deciding his life, hoping that he'd roll the amount, the two digits that he'd have to count, to realise that he wasn't driving towards her, he was driving away, though he wouldn't admit to say, anyway.
And in this time the second man drove, across the beaches and through the coves, until something happened, and he hit a rockface, the car tumbled and he fell out in disgrace, and so he realised, he had lost the race, so he cried to himself, on the beaches of life, and he watched the tide, lower and rise, and he realised at last, that to live through this world, you didn't go fast, you didn't speed through, you took the time, until your mind was true, you saw what you could, not speed through the woods, because you didn't have to rush to find it, you didn't have to race, you just needed to sit alone for a while and look at your face, and smile to yourself, because you don't find yourself by racing along, you needed to taste what you could, in the little time, before you crossed the line, no time to sigh, no time to die.
And the first man drove on, through the woods and the lands, speeding away across the hours and days, and as long as he travelled, he never found himself, because he was always speeding, no looks in the mirrors, for if he had just looked behind, at the roads that did wind, maybe he would have saw, where he had been before, and he would have realised, there wasn't a door, anywhere in the lands, that you had to find, by driving so blind, so blinkered from life, with only the music in the car, to keep you so far, away from knowing, who you really are.
So the second man stopped running away, and just stopped and stayed, with his thoughts for a while, as he watched the sea, the ocean of life, the beautiful spray, the powerful water, that took who it may, and to his surprise, along came the girl, who had sat all alone, no calls on her phone, and she had worked out, there was no need to shout, just sit both together, and just watch the weather, the way that life went, as far as you wanted it to, as far as you pushed it, and they both walked together, across the same roads, and married, and lived, seeing as much as they could, just like they should.
And the first man kept going, that was unlucky to keep speeding, away from the world, and he stopped once more, and found someone else, to keep him company, as he speeded along, and they speeded together, across the distant lands, until they were married, both hand in hand, and they speeded through life, husband and wife, until they died both so lonely, their lifes both so phoney, for they hadn't stopped once, to look at the life, they could have led, if they hadn't just have been fed, all the time. Because there's no line, there's no finish, until you're knocked off your ride, and forced to walk, and forced not to talk, to those that could comfort you, so you can learn on your own, not cry on the phone, to the one that could love you, if you changed your ways, but long gone have the hours, and long gone have the days, and we've all just been left, with the same old test, that some think they know, that the way to go, is to speed along, till the pain has far gone, but they'll never be as happy, as the two people on the beach of life, together at last, by learning their past, and learning their future, can be as bright as they want, and they'll speed out to the ocean, in a white painted boat, and surround the world, in a pretty moat, and they won't speed too fast, they won't lose their care, because they'll have at last learned, it's better to stare.
They saluted to her, the two gentlemen, and took to their cars, no words said between them, because they knew what to head for, and the roads were sublime, no direction for either, just to head for the line, and nobody knew where it was, and the roads had no signs, just guesswork from start to end, but whoever won, would lose a friend.
The girl stood with a wide grin, and produced a hanky so very thin, that drifted to the ground with a natural grace, which when hit the floor, began the race.
The roars of the engines as the two men set off, speeding along their own roads, for the simple task, of trying to find themselves. Both without direction, speeding around, so they could return back to her, and be kneeled and crowned.
So the first man sped, with no thoughts in his head, twisting and tumbling around the world, waiting for his life to be unfurled, and along the way, he did of course stay, with those that would hold him, and push him on further, for being so romantic, and he took their advice, and rolled on like a pair of dice, two numbers together deciding his life, hoping that he'd roll the amount, the two digits that he'd have to count, to realise that he wasn't driving towards her, he was driving away, though he wouldn't admit to say, anyway.
And in this time the second man drove, across the beaches and through the coves, until something happened, and he hit a rockface, the car tumbled and he fell out in disgrace, and so he realised, he had lost the race, so he cried to himself, on the beaches of life, and he watched the tide, lower and rise, and he realised at last, that to live through this world, you didn't go fast, you didn't speed through, you took the time, until your mind was true, you saw what you could, not speed through the woods, because you didn't have to rush to find it, you didn't have to race, you just needed to sit alone for a while and look at your face, and smile to yourself, because you don't find yourself by racing along, you needed to taste what you could, in the little time, before you crossed the line, no time to sigh, no time to die.
And the first man drove on, through the woods and the lands, speeding away across the hours and days, and as long as he travelled, he never found himself, because he was always speeding, no looks in the mirrors, for if he had just looked behind, at the roads that did wind, maybe he would have saw, where he had been before, and he would have realised, there wasn't a door, anywhere in the lands, that you had to find, by driving so blind, so blinkered from life, with only the music in the car, to keep you so far, away from knowing, who you really are.
So the second man stopped running away, and just stopped and stayed, with his thoughts for a while, as he watched the sea, the ocean of life, the beautiful spray, the powerful water, that took who it may, and to his surprise, along came the girl, who had sat all alone, no calls on her phone, and she had worked out, there was no need to shout, just sit both together, and just watch the weather, the way that life went, as far as you wanted it to, as far as you pushed it, and they both walked together, across the same roads, and married, and lived, seeing as much as they could, just like they should.
And the first man kept going, that was unlucky to keep speeding, away from the world, and he stopped once more, and found someone else, to keep him company, as he speeded along, and they speeded together, across the distant lands, until they were married, both hand in hand, and they speeded through life, husband and wife, until they died both so lonely, their lifes both so phoney, for they hadn't stopped once, to look at the life, they could have led, if they hadn't just have been fed, all the time. Because there's no line, there's no finish, until you're knocked off your ride, and forced to walk, and forced not to talk, to those that could comfort you, so you can learn on your own, not cry on the phone, to the one that could love you, if you changed your ways, but long gone have the hours, and long gone have the days, and we've all just been left, with the same old test, that some think they know, that the way to go, is to speed along, till the pain has far gone, but they'll never be as happy, as the two people on the beach of life, together at last, by learning their past, and learning their future, can be as bright as they want, and they'll speed out to the ocean, in a white painted boat, and surround the world, in a pretty moat, and they won't speed too fast, they won't lose their care, because they'll have at last learned, it's better to stare.
Wow.
Thank you all so much. :0):0)
Thank you all so much. :0):0)
Wow wow wow
Absolutely fantastic.
Firstly it was a song, which tumbled and turned through valleys and lakes and reached it's conclusion with duh duh duh durr, and that's why it's brilliant because it's hard to write like that without coming out with cringe-worthy rhymes. I once rhymed "medal" with "a girl called Nedal", not one of my more poetic moments :-)
Also it was clever. Very much so. In the Pardoner's Tale the paradox in the story is that the three rioters go off searching for Death to try and kill him, when really they're literally looking for death, just as these men seek to rush through a race when the race is life and getting to the end is no victory.
And I loved it.
Beautiful, perfect, moving, beats volksgemeinschaft any day :-)
Absolutely fantastic.
Firstly it was a song, which tumbled and turned through valleys and lakes and reached it's conclusion with duh duh duh durr, and that's why it's brilliant because it's hard to write like that without coming out with cringe-worthy rhymes. I once rhymed "medal" with "a girl called Nedal", not one of my more poetic moments :-)
Also it was clever. Very much so. In the Pardoner's Tale the paradox in the story is that the three rioters go off searching for Death to try and kill him, when really they're literally looking for death, just as these men seek to rush through a race when the race is life and getting to the end is no victory.
And I loved it.
Beautiful, perfect, moving, beats volksgemeinschaft any day :-)
I'm reading this now. having revised the Nazis. Wrong frame of mind possibly... but what the heil (see the pun?!) it was my title :-D
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Possibly one of the most unique, original and inspirational things I have ever read.
I really don't know what to say.
"Genius" would be just the tip of the ice-berg (sp?)
I really don't know what to say.
"Genius" would be just the tip of the ice-berg (sp?)
I did not know hairy chimps could write such good stuff! :)
One of the best things I have read on these boards.
Damn, I love it.
Damn, I love it.
The girl sat in her chair, and they admired her hair, the way it blew, in the fresh cool air, she looked at them both, and scratched her chin, and waited for, the race to begin.
They saluted to her, the two gentlemen, and took to their cars, no words said between them, because they knew what to head for, and the roads were sublime, no direction for either, just to head for the line, and nobody knew where it was, and the roads had no signs, just guesswork from start to end, but whoever won, would lose a friend.
The girl stood with a wide grin, and produced a hanky so very thin, that drifted to the ground with a natural grace, which when hit the floor, began the race.
The roars of the engines as the two men set off, speeding along their own roads, for the simple task, of trying to find themselves. Both without direction, speeding around, so they could return back to her, and be kneeled and crowned.
So the first man sped, with no thoughts in his head, twisting and tumbling around the world, waiting for his life to be unfurled, and along the way, he did of course stay, with those that would hold him, and push him on further, for being so romantic, and he took their advice, and rolled on like a pair of dice, two numbers together deciding his life, hoping that he'd roll the amount, the two digits that he'd have to count, to realise that he wasn't driving towards her, he was driving away, though he wouldn't admit to say, anyway.
And in this time the second man drove, across the beaches and through the coves, until something happened, and he hit a rockface, the car tumbled and he fell out in disgrace, and so he realised, he had lost the race, so he cried to himself, on the beaches of life, and he watched the tide, lower and rise, and he realised at last, that to live through this world, you didn't go fast, you didn't speed through, you took the time, until your mind was true, you saw what you could, not speed through the woods, because you didn't have to rush to find it, you didn't have to race, you just needed to sit alone for a while and look at your face, and smile to yourself, because you don't find yourself by racing along, you needed to taste what you could, in the little time, before you crossed the line, no time to sigh, no time to die.
And the first man drove on, through the woods and the lands, speeding away across the hours and days, and as long as he travelled, he never found himself, because he was always speeding, no looks in the mirrors, for if he had just looked behind, at the roads that did wind, maybe he would have saw, where he had been before, and he would have realised, there wasn't a door, anywhere in the lands, that you had to find, by driving so blind, so blinkered from life, with only the music in the car, to keep you so far, away from knowing, who you really are.
So the second man stopped running away, and just stopped and stayed, with his thoughts for a while, as he watched the sea, the ocean of life, the beautiful spray, the powerful water, that took who it may, and to his surprise, along came the girl, who had sat all alone, no calls on her phone, and she had worked out, there was no need to shout, just sit both together, and just watch the weather, the way that life went, as far as you wanted it to, as far as you pushed it, and they both walked together, across the same roads, and married, and lived, seeing as much as they could, just like they should.
And the first man kept going, that was unlucky to keep speeding, away from the world, and he stopped once more, and found someone else, to keep him company, as he speeded along, and they speeded together, across the distant lands, until they were married, both hand in hand, and they speeded through life, husband and wife, until they died both so lonely, their lifes both so phoney, for they hadn't stopped once, to look at the life, they could have led, if they hadn't just have been fed, all the time. Because there's no line, there's no finish, until you're knocked off your ride, and forced to walk, and forced not to talk, to those that could comfort you, so you can learn on your own, not cry on the phone, to the one that could love you, if you changed your ways, but long gone have the hours, and long gone have the days, and we've all just been left, with the same old test, that some think they know, that the way to go, is to speed along, till the pain has far gone, but they'll never be as happy, as the two people on the beach of life, together at last, by learning their past, and learning their future, can be as bright as they want, and they'll speed out to the ocean, in a white painted boat, and surround the world, in a pretty moat, and they won't speed too fast, they won't lose their care, because they'll have at last learned, it's better to stare.
They saluted to her, the two gentlemen, and took to their cars, no words said between them, because they knew what to head for, and the roads were sublime, no direction for either, just to head for the line, and nobody knew where it was, and the roads had no signs, just guesswork from start to end, but whoever won, would lose a friend.
The girl stood with a wide grin, and produced a hanky so very thin, that drifted to the ground with a natural grace, which when hit the floor, began the race.
The roars of the engines as the two men set off, speeding along their own roads, for the simple task, of trying to find themselves. Both without direction, speeding around, so they could return back to her, and be kneeled and crowned.
So the first man sped, with no thoughts in his head, twisting and tumbling around the world, waiting for his life to be unfurled, and along the way, he did of course stay, with those that would hold him, and push him on further, for being so romantic, and he took their advice, and rolled on like a pair of dice, two numbers together deciding his life, hoping that he'd roll the amount, the two digits that he'd have to count, to realise that he wasn't driving towards her, he was driving away, though he wouldn't admit to say, anyway.
And in this time the second man drove, across the beaches and through the coves, until something happened, and he hit a rockface, the car tumbled and he fell out in disgrace, and so he realised, he had lost the race, so he cried to himself, on the beaches of life, and he watched the tide, lower and rise, and he realised at last, that to live through this world, you didn't go fast, you didn't speed through, you took the time, until your mind was true, you saw what you could, not speed through the woods, because you didn't have to rush to find it, you didn't have to race, you just needed to sit alone for a while and look at your face, and smile to yourself, because you don't find yourself by racing along, you needed to taste what you could, in the little time, before you crossed the line, no time to sigh, no time to die.
And the first man drove on, through the woods and the lands, speeding away across the hours and days, and as long as he travelled, he never found himself, because he was always speeding, no looks in the mirrors, for if he had just looked behind, at the roads that did wind, maybe he would have saw, where he had been before, and he would have realised, there wasn't a door, anywhere in the lands, that you had to find, by driving so blind, so blinkered from life, with only the music in the car, to keep you so far, away from knowing, who you really are.
So the second man stopped running away, and just stopped and stayed, with his thoughts for a while, as he watched the sea, the ocean of life, the beautiful spray, the powerful water, that took who it may, and to his surprise, along came the girl, who had sat all alone, no calls on her phone, and she had worked out, there was no need to shout, just sit both together, and just watch the weather, the way that life went, as far as you wanted it to, as far as you pushed it, and they both walked together, across the same roads, and married, and lived, seeing as much as they could, just like they should.
And the first man kept going, that was unlucky to keep speeding, away from the world, and he stopped once more, and found someone else, to keep him company, as he speeded along, and they speeded together, across the distant lands, until they were married, both hand in hand, and they speeded through life, husband and wife, until they died both so lonely, their lifes both so phoney, for they hadn't stopped once, to look at the life, they could have led, if they hadn't just have been fed, all the time. Because there's no line, there's no finish, until you're knocked off your ride, and forced to walk, and forced not to talk, to those that could comfort you, so you can learn on your own, not cry on the phone, to the one that could love you, if you changed your ways, but long gone have the hours, and long gone have the days, and we've all just been left, with the same old test, that some think they know, that the way to go, is to speed along, till the pain has far gone, but they'll never be as happy, as the two people on the beach of life, together at last, by learning their past, and learning their future, can be as bright as they want, and they'll speed out to the ocean, in a white painted boat, and surround the world, in a pretty moat, and they won't speed too fast, they won't lose their care, because they'll have at last learned, it's better to stare.