the world is

Chatterbox: Down to Earth

the world is

the world is quiet here

submitted by a volunteer, the last safe place
(February 1, 2012 - 8:17 pm)

for now

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the doorbell rings

Bealdes: Fire can drown, even in a wave of tears, in the burns of sand

Blaedse: Fire is unstoppable, unequenchable, forever unsatifsfied. Luck in everything we wish you.

the doorbell rings again

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goodbye

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for now

submitted by fire
(February 1, 2012 - 8:44 pm)

tops

spot

pots

pots and pans

pans

span

naps

snap

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the world can never be quiet, volunteer. for that, i am truly sorry.

don't snicker at my lemons.

perhaps i ought to add a bit of poetry. refrigerator poetry.

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                              silver

            whirl

        sun eternal

 

mock shine           enchant

solitute

                             hope

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                    sky                         princess Hades BRAIIINSS

    living       fly          fly                  angel enchanted myth

                                                                sword skulls

 

soul                                      play   sharp    off

chewed                           sister                             fight

                                       light      find                read

                                                 music save

                                                                              running

I is evergone                                                       running

I is evergone

submitted by fire
(February 6, 2012 - 9:56 pm)

Yet sometimes, I find myself agreeing with the volunteers.

submitted by Fire
(February 7, 2012 - 9:37 pm)

A Series of Unfortunate Events.

submitted by Emily L.
(February 8, 2012 - 3:55 pm)

You refer, no doubt, to Mr. Snicket's noble attempts to chronicle the sufferings of the Baudelaire children? I know of them, of course, but I have not as yet had the occasion to read them; the area I am hiding out in has many sterling qualities, but it has a notable, and woeful, paucity of bookshops. There is, at least, a pizzeria I am told is beyond compare, but I cannot drown my many sorrows there, as I suspect that one of the waiters is an enemy. 

Still, I applaud his efforts. Though I do not know him personally, I am aware of the quality of his work; it is a pity he was fired from the Daily Punctillio, as for quite some time his theatrical reviews were the only thing keeping it worth reading. And I do believe that the world needs to know of the Baudelaires' plight, not least because Bertrand was a particular friend of mine at school. 

submitted by a volunteer, in hiding
(February 8, 2012 - 7:56 pm)

No duh.

submitted by fire
(February 8, 2012 - 6:38 pm)