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a grey knive lurking on the corner of the bathroom counter, incongruously balanced on the edge - just about to fall - the light of day leaked into the room like dish detergent being squeezed gently out of a bottle, and over in the corner, rats rustled in a paper bag. he walked into the room to the sound of the ceiling fan slowly misunderstood. his left sneaker squeaked slightly. paper in his pocket crumpled up and a blue crayon behind one ear. a muddy cigarette in one hand and no lighter. his eyes are silently stained-glass windows inside a church with no congregation, waiting for the hollow bellpulls - the doorbell of the Almighty. he takes out a sharpie and marks an x on the wall. moments later a fly buzzes fatly in and lands on the ��������������������������������������������spot, preening and humming to itself. below, at the baseboard, an ant trundles in. he looks at the mirror. he looks away. outside, a bird hits the window, and all things still, in hushed������������������������������������������mourning. an ignorant cricket looses a selfish mating call and
2003-04-07, 7:33 p.m.

seeing the shadow

��������� �����tonight, a sappy uplifting song from the prince of egypt soundtrack. something needed in everyone's life once in awhile - to remind you of growing up, as a child, rapt to the screen, smile barely burgeoning as you watch the cartoons' mouths open wide in renewed hope and courage -

it's necessary in everyone's life. it gets lost by the wayside as all things do, in scorn and smirks at the way it's presented : who needs optimism? depression and cynicism is always the way to go - be sarcastic! they should really market a line of products called ANGST and watch the amount of people who go to buy. i think they probably already do, anyway. gwyneth paltrow sings a little on this track - it's "when you believe" - better than the pop version that mariah carey slaughters - the harmonies, the sweeping uplift of orchestra in the background.

it's in the harmony - it always is. (the interlude of a small hebrew girl, then the sudden chorusing of everything - swept up in the hope, in the overcoming joy - ) we all need some of this in our lives.

i realise, of course, that if we were to all troop into iraq singing uplifting songs with an orchestra behind us, spreading hope and love, we'd be blown away - there are no miracles.

there can be miracles, when you believe, though hope is frail, it's hard to kill (it's hard to kill) troops storm baghdad you can achieve, when you believe, somehow you will, now you will, you will - when you

believe

a proliferation of songlyrics lately - note the italics. the mentions of music. change, tim mcgraw, just to see you smile. waiting for the warmth to spring outside, to devour the cold.

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