the_end Q And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make. The Beattles, 1969, at the end of "The End" on Abbey Road, their last album together 001010 ... Joana. A very nice song, too... ;-) 001010 ... grendel no safety or surprise the end i'll never look into your eyes again 001010 ... Barrett Father? Yes, son? I want to kill you. Mother? I want to... 001010 ... Rhin "...and in The End, the love you take is equal to the love you make." (John Lennon & Paul McCartney) 001213 ... Rhin This was so weird! That quote just popped into my head, and I thought I would write on it, not knowing if the title had already been previously used. Come to find out, Q started it, and with the quote I was going to use! To top it off, the Presydent is on top of me again! *smile* 001213 ... daxle everything I fought for and had won my life I ruined everything everything I wish I was dead 001217 ... silentbob the end.........the end......the end of a story 001217 ... kx21 the_end of one story is the_start of another story. When is the_end of all stories? a) the_end of Life b) the_end of Soul c) ? 001218 ... Thyartshallshant This is where beatles and doors collide. 001229 ... girl presence nener. I win. (don't let it happen again) 010516 ... Photophobe Love's gone away and we sit in a daze watching conifers list in the sun. I become grave as I watch you fall away. The sights and the sounds that we shared. Love's gone away as we pass by the days missing memories we've bound. Chill sets in as an ache forms within. How we grow weary in the end. The end? It depends. Will we live again? How we grow weary in the end. Love's not a gmae that we toy with today; you know lonliness finally. Now we're alone, all the emptines you've shown: Oh, how it haunts you in the end. The end? It depends. Will we live again? How we all grow weary in the end. 010601 ... freakizh this is it. close your eyes. AND FUCK OFF! 010716 ... fallenhero and now i've lost my faith, lost my security, lost my hope that there is possibly a good person out there. now i'm just ugly like the rest. now i'm just worn out and searching and anxious for the end. 010717 ... phil the one true end? I suppose it is much like the begining. And after the end it will be like before the begining. It's amusing to think about the middle, is there a fold there? Or does no real middle excist until the end has come. The end is the begining of the middle? 010719 ... Aimee This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes...again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand In a...desperate land Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah There's danger on the edge of town Ride the King's highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold The west is the best The west is the best Get here, and we'll do the rest The blue bus is callin' us The blue bus is callin' us Driver, where you taken' us The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door...and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother...I want to...fuck you C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin' a blue rock On a blue bus Doin' a blue rock C'mon, yeah Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end ----The Doors 010719 ... phil I have never heard the words to that song 8{ 010720 ... god people I know, places I go make me feel tongue-tied I can see how people look down they're on the inside here's where the story ends people I see, weary of me showing my good side I can see how people look down I'm on the outside here's where the story ends ooh here's where the story ends it's that little souvenir of a terrible year which makes my eyes feel sore oh I never should have said the books that you read were all I loved you for it's that little souvenir of a terrible year which makes me wonder why and it's the memories of your shed that make me turn red surprise, surprise, surprise crazy I know, places I go make me feel so tired I can see how people look down I'm on the outside oh here's where the story ends ooh here's where the story ends it's that little souvenir of a terrible year which makes my eyes feel sore and who ever would've thought the books that you brought were all I loved you for oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed I know where I belong but the only thing I ever really wanted to say was wrong, was wrong, was wrong it's that little souvenir of a colourful year which makes me smile inside so I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise here's where the story ends ooh here's where the story ends 020420 ... josie It was haunting me till the end, (as i push myself outside the walls of this house). 020824 ... ~gez~ i can walk through walls 020826 ... josie really? do you have a secret for me as to how to do it? is it as easy as it seems? 020827 ... jane fin 030527 ... REAListic optimIST why do you tremble when i come near? am i the cause of so much fear? how could i harm thee when my love resembles the whiteness of a dove? vast as civilization's spread, my love paints pictures in my head. of you and i in forever's pose: hands locked, eyes locked, nose to nose. seeing our future in each other's eyes just your closeness makes my temperature rise. and yet you shake as i draw nigh and from you escapes a tearful sigh i rush to dry your glistening face but then you rise with lovely grace to speak your mind and ease your heart: "my love, i fear i must thee part." spring, 1992 031124 ... J.L. I cried. 040127 ... jenny enny dots The end of the internet is located at http://www.shibumi.org/eoti.htm 040128 ... Strideo go back . . . now. ... 040128 ... Staind_And_Souless She hurt me so badly today. i now know it is the end. I know she hates me, more than ever. All i wanted was always. She threw me away. I cna't stop crying. I cna't stop dying. 041229 ... zedel the room is empty of people but full of their stuff books in uncomfortable piles on the floor and on the chairs an old television and lots of new dvds a pile of clothes - clean, dirty, folded, discarded photos on the wall, faces which know each other and which share private jokes a note stuck to the fridge "no. it's your turn, so you do it." a window slightly open a plant growing wild a set of keys and some used tissues on the table it's quiet, finally. 080327 ... three words give_up_break_down the_end audible_sigh 140213 ... oren ... of_the world as_we know_it. 140213 ... unhinged it has been a long time coming. i vacillate. sometimes i am strong; sometimes i am weak. for years now, i hide the fact that we still have some kind of relationship from most of my friends and the family that knew about you. that alone should be enough to keep me strong. i remember that day; i've already written about it here. maybe it's ironic. maybe i just have nothing left for you. another failed suicide attempt, just one more drop in the bucket of the ocean of misery between us. something else took ahold of me that day. one of those voices in my head 'you know he will call you tomorrow to apologize. as if words can erase the selfish terror you feel every time he does this.' or maybe primal terror. or fear. some thick cloud or blanket insulating me from any compassion, protecting me from anymore residual pain. enough_is_enough i stopped answering your calls but of course continued to listen to the guilt_ridden voicemails. i convinced myself that even if i tried to talk to you about it, you would just argue with me. that my silence actually had less to do with the fact that you called but the fact that i didn't like the person i had become, the person that felt nothing when i listened to that first voicemail. that i needed to protect myself for once from the emotional infections you sent my way. that if after all those years, you still didn't get it, i obviously couldn't open your eyes. abre_los_ojos so for nine months, i was quiet. like radio waves sent into space, you flung words at me and i didn't respond. sometimes i even deleted voicemails without listening, sure it would be the same tired old story. like clockwork, every three weeks you tried again. then you broke me with a text message 'i just wanted you to know i care' at a time when i felt like no one cared. i know how hollow your words are but they hit me in the gut. so it started all over again for the countless time. your insurance settlement finally got cashed out. you came to seattle. i told next to no one. i went to dinner with you. you were obviously not sober, not that i expected you to be, but...i am willing to bet benzos were the culprit yet again. you went outside to smoke while we were eating and couldn't find the restaurant. i was openly hostile towards you about your behavior at the table. you fell asleep on the curb in front of the bar we went to after dinner. i put you on the train to your cousins and didn't see you again. your cousin eventually got sick of you and kicked you out. i stopped answering your calls. i told myself i was too busy working but the real reason was after all these years you still haven't learned how to help yourself and i've abandoned the need to take care of every stray dog that comes my way. you went back home and got in another accident, broke your leg. i haven't heard from you in other a month. maybe you are in prison for driving without a license. maybe you decided i'm not worth your time anymore. i keep thinking i should at least say i'm sorry for the mean things i said when we were at dinner. i keep deciding not to apologize. i keep thinking maybe i should take the quiet where i can get it. 151130 what's it to you? who go blather from