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                                             A tear drips into the spoon                                            as the battle within ensues.                                      Distraction can only work for so long                                           until the charm begins to dull.                                         And that’s when she sits alone                                   with the pen pressed against her skull.

We rose from fire and earth to greet your open sky. We flew between dust and rock to collide at the same time. And then as you formed with grace, we fell back down with a splash, on to what was once a war zone, now a place of serenity and peace. Oh Atmosphere, you are as unique as you are safe. You are our mother. You are our life.

               “Stop looking at me like that. Do you think I like leaving you there, naked, with all but a line strung across your blank backdrop? Do you think I want to let you sit there and collect dust on your frame? I'm lost. I don't know what to make of you anymore. I've had it.” Sharon left the room and slammed the door behind her to smoke a cigarette on the porch. Paintings always get to her like this. Many say art is meant to relax the mind and free the soul, Sharon is an alien to this feeling. For her, painting is a curse, yet sadly it's one of the

                "What is that you're playing?" Laura said as she glanced over at David in the passenger seat. He was pushed far back with one foot on the dash, a guitar in his lap, and a pair of rose-tinted aviators resting on his nose.                 "Oh just working on a new song" he replied.                 Laura looked back with a raised eyebrow. "Becoming a rock star, are we?"    

Remembering days through rose-tinted lenses And all the signs that don't mean a thing This emptiness is so heartwarming I've never been afraid to float away Dear Dixie please don't grow up You have already changed so much Dear Dixie please stay sweet Because today's the day we lay down this beat We ride along listening to old tunes I've tried to survive with out you You never lead me astray That's cause you know i need you in my life Dear Dixie please don't grow up You have already changed so much Dear Dixie please stay sweet Because today's the day we lay down this beat

It's astounding how much of our lives are truely shaped and determined by a simple 3 x 4 or 1 x 1 and a half foot or any measure depending on what one is use to...                                Anyway back to the point, A BOX. A simple plastic, glass, and wire-bound box connecting us to the rest of what we are meant to believe and perceive as the rest of the world with the use of a single cable; well antenna for some but you get the idea. It makes one wonder, is it sick that we are this way, or is it just the way things turned out, or for some literary spice, “tuned in”.                      Personally, I don't know, all this