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Attrition

Attrition (A dimly lit pool hall. In the center stands one pool table. The angle is such that we cannot see the balls on the table. We rely on sounds and what the characters say to know what is happening in the game. Enter Will, Nick, George, Frank and Pete. They stop when they see the table.) Will- Well. A game of pool. Anyone for a game of pool? Frank- Sure. Why not. Nick- I don't know if I have the time. Pete- I don't know . . . Will- What? Afraid of losing again? George- I'd love a game of pool. Nick- I guess I can manage if it's just a quick little game. George- Yes. Just a short game. Will- Of course. A few minutes, tops. Pe

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As I lift my head to the sky I wonder and ask myself Why? For whats to be said When we are all dead? Do you know? Neither do I To the son said his dying mum I think my time has now come Wailed the boy Please dont go! Theres so much to know! I soon will were the last words of mum. As you lie asleep in your bed The dreams seep into your head They dont seem so fake Yet when you awake The dreams are already dead From the leaves that grow on the tree To the fish that jump in the sea All things that live Have something to give Including, my friend, you and me The clouds that sail through the blue Every minute become something

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Lullaby

Lullaby Dreamer close your eyes The day has grown old The night has turned cold The sun has fallen in battle And delicate stars dust the sky An owl calls his hallow song As choirs of crickets sing along All else is still and calm The world has turned dark and soft When morning comes the sun will reign again Reclaim his throne And banish the moon till nightfall But for now young soul Close your eyes And dream

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surrealist13

Nov 14, 2009

I'm starting over anew

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I'm not sure why I ever decided to call myself a surrealist. I'm not a surrealist. I never have been. I never will be. None of my work I've posted is even remotely surreal. In any case, I've decided to start over, with a new deviant art profile. This one will always remain as an homage to my high school days. But to see the art I do now, look up RossaFiorentina. Ciao ciao, i miei amici.

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surrealist13

Nov 13, 2009

I'm back

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And I'm old Older anyway. I guess that's inevitable. It's very funny to look back at what you thought was deep and thought provoking at 16. Some of it I'm still proud of. Some of it is embarrassingly maudlin. But I'm leaving it all up for posterity sake. I'm not sure why I came back. Maybe because I have more to share. Maybe just because it's 1:30AM and I still can't sleep. I don't think any of my "watchers" are still active here. So the likelihood of anyone ever reading these words I'm typing is nearly nil. And yet I'm still typing. If I were still 16 I'd probably be writing some melodramatic poem about this. As is I think I'm going