Liberty, Lunacy, Love

mystery

Patalliro! ~ Ch. 24

Flowers of BLOOD AND DEATH

Dig dig dig ’till my eyes can’t see
I still slip through and I still don’t bleed
On this slope there’s a hole and I
Have to get my self inside
Telling you that it’s the truth
I have to do this is my shadow and I have to see yours too
It’s waiting there for you it needs to frame you”

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Patalliro! ~ Ch. 23

AGWAH

“Hey! I tell you what I’m gonna give you, Snakes. I’m gonna give you to the count of 10 to get your ugly, yellow, no-good keister off my property before I pump your guts full of lead! One, two, ten!”

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Patalliro! ~ Ch. 22

Red Mermaid Tastes Randy

“Ready to know what the people know
Ask them my questions and get some answers
What’s a fire and why does it – what’s the word?
Burn?”

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My Street ~ Ch. 06

Say some NONSENSE

“Got a notion to say what doesn’t feel right
I just wanted to know if I could go home
So don’t knock it, don’t knock it, you’ve been here before
So don’t knock it, don’t knock it, you’ve been here before”

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Acony – Ch. 01

Jab Jab, Good Night

“OUR MUSIC
OUR MUSIC
OUR MUSIC
OUR MUSIC
Koku nano MUSIC

Kono sekai ni
Hibie kakoe
Mienai Kedo
Hashi kanainda
Manai matta
Kokimai zuka
Hikari mirate
Mirai tenaste”

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Acony ~ Ch. 06

Hey there, little sister

“Here she comes, my pale bride
Makes it so that I don’t try anymore
All dressed in white, sad to see that I don’t care anymore”

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Acony ~ Ch. 04

We're sailing FREE

“He stood still in the gloom of the hall, trying to catch the air that the voice was singing and gazing up at his wife. There was grace and mystery in her attitude as if she were a symbol of something. He asked himself what is a woman standing on the stairs in the shadow, listening to distant music, a symbol of. If he were a painter he would paint her in that attitude. Her blue felt hat would show off the bronze of her hair against the darkness and the dark panels of her skirt would show off the light ones. ‘Distant Music’ he would call the picture if he were a painter.”

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Acony ~ Ch. 03

Cruel Intentions

“Strike it down, that other boughs may flourish
Where that perished sapling used to be;
Thus, at least, its mouldering corpse will nourish
That from which it sprung—Eternity.”

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