I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
It seems the only way to reach the mountain-top, is through the desert wasteland. It is only there that one might come to learn
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
You play your cards so well. Looks like you’ve had a lot of pra… You seem to have a thorough grasp of all the rules of the game. As you cover every angle,
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
