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Enigmatic ABC - Letter B

" "B" is for Bats who roam the night
They pierce the air with screams of fright.”
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- Stefan Varner and James Muscarello -
(Enigmatic ABC)

In Loving Memory

Patrick Wayne Swayze

1952 - 2009

Enigmatic ABC - Letter A

" "A" is for Alabaster jars,
filled with shrieks and hidden scars."
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- Stefan Varner and James Muscarello -
(Enigmatic ABC)

Lullaby

"Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird.
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If that mockingbird won't sing,
Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring.
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If that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's going to buy you a looking glass.
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If that looking glass gets broke,
Mama's going to buy you a billy goat.
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If that billy goat won't pull,
Mama's going to buy you a cart and bull.
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If that cart and bull turn over,
Mama's going to buy you a dog named Rover.
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If that dog named Rover won't bark,
Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart.
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If that horse and cart fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little boy in town.
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So hush little baby, don't you cry,
Daddy loves you and so do I."
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- Unknown -

Before...

"I am not yet born; O hear me.

Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the club-footed ghoul come near me.

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I am not yet born, console me.

I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me, with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me, on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

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I am not yet born; provide me

With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light in the back of my mind to guide me.

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I am not yet born; forgive me

For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me, my treason engendered by traitors beyond me, my life when they murder by means of my hands, my death when they live me.

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I am not yet born; rehearse me

In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white waves call me to folly and the desert calls me to doom and the beggar refuses my gift and my children curse me.

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I am not yet born; O hear me,

Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God come near me.

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I am not yet born; O fill me

With strength against those who would freeze my humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton, would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with one face, a thing, and against all those who would dissipate my entirety, would blow me like thistledown hither and thither or hither and thither like water held in the hands would spill me.

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Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.

Otherwise kill me."

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- Louis McNeice -

(Prayer Before Death)

Long time...

"Hello darkness, my old friend,

Ive come to talk with you again,

Because a vision softly creeping,

Left its seeds while I was sleeping,

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence.

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In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone,

neath the halo of a street lamp,

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of

A neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence (...).

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Fools said I, you do not know

Silence like a cancer grows.

Hear my words that I might teach you,

Take my arms that I might reach you.

But my words like silent raindrops fell,

And echoed

In the wells of silence (...)"

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- Simon and Garfunkel -

(The Sound of Silence)

Obviamente, demito-me!

... 1 mês depois... parabéns para mim...

"(...) Para que conste, nunca é tarde demais, (...) para seres quem desejas ser. Não há limite de tempo. Começa quando quiseres. Podes mudar ou continuar na mesma. Não há regras para isto.

Podemos aproveitar o melhor ou o pior. Oxalá aproveites o melhor.

Espero que vejas coisas que te espantem. Espero que sintas coisas que nunca sentiste antes. Espero que conheças pessoas com diferentes pontos de vista. Espero que tenhas uma vida de que te orgulhes.

E se descobrires que não te orgulhas, espero que tenhas a força suficiente para começar tudo de novo. (...)"

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- The Curious Case of Benjamin Button -

(David Fincher)

Still missing...

"Metaphor for a missing moment

Pull me in to your perfect circle

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One womb

One shame

One resolve

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Liberate this will

To release us all

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Gotta cut away, clear away

Slip away and sever this

Umbilical residue,

Keeping me from killing you

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And from pulling you down with me here,

I can almost hear you scream

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Give me one more medicated peaceful moment

Give me one more medicated peaceful moment (...)"

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- A perfect circle -

(Orestes; Mer de Noms, 2000)

Estimados clientes...

(Em comemoração de um 10º aniversário... ou não)

Casino Figueira,

Emoções Únicas!

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16 Junho 1999 - 21 Maio 2000 / 01 Setembro 2000 - 07 Janeiro 2002

Boa noite sras e srs. Foi verificado pelos serviços o correcto funcionamento de todo o material de jogo. Algum dos jogadores presentes deseja conferir correcto funcionamento do material ou verificar a numeração das bolas a utilizar no jogo?

Aceite que foi a verificação do material feita pelos serviços, dá-se início à secção.

Para esta primeira jogada serão postos à venda cartões da série L, de 1692 cartões ao preço de 100$00 cada cartão.

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22 Maio 2000 - 31 Agosto 2000

... informamos que dentro de momentos encerraremos a partida. Agradecemos que coloquem os vossos créditos para pagamento. Obrigada.

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08 Janeiro 2002 / 05 Junho 2009

... está encerrada a partida. Não são permitidas mais jogadas. Obrigada, boa noite.

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Jogo feito,

NADA MAIS!

Death be not proud

"Death, be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so:

For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow

Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me.

From Rest and Sleep, which but thy picture be,

Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow;

And soonest our best men with thee do go--

Rest of their bones and souls' delivery!

Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;

And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well

And better than thy stroke.

Why swell'st thou then?

One short sleep past, we wake eternally,

And Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die!"

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- John Donne -

(Death be not proud)

Why???...

... I need you to tell me it's ok...

Em nota de despedida...

Há o momento da chegada e o momento da partida. Quanta vida já vivi? Quanta resta para ser vivida?

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( ...e a 11 dias de completar 10 anos...)

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night...

... porque não vale a pena discutir com um idiota pois colocamo-nos ao mesmo nível dele e ele ganha-nos em experiência.

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"Desejo uma longa vida aos meus inimigos. Para que assistam de pé às minhas vitórias."

(for)ever...

"(...) Hug me till you drug me, honey
Kiss me till I'm in a coma.
Hug me, honey, snuggly bunny,
Love is as good as soma. (...)"
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- Tiamat -
(Love is as good as soma)