***(Hanky-Alert)***



Slow Motion
By: Noah Eaton
4/26/03

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In slow motion...
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. ...it’s easy to lose faith…
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The light is left on...
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In slow motion...
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. ...caricatures fall like rain...
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. ...dreaming within a dream till you go insane...
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Steel balloons...
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. ...against a pale obsidian atmosphere...
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Grist mills...
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Grizzled prophets...
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. ...my watch freezes to submission...
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(tap)
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In slow motion...
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. ...I’m always half-blind...
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Swimming along peninsulas...
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.             ...of hebephrenia...
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In slow motion
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. ...who’s to say I see anything...
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. ...I perceive, therefore I am...
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Hermit crabs...
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Everything that is a posteriori...
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Just a shallow latitudinarian...
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Trying to reach the door...
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(screech)
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In slow motion...
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Feels like Hollywood at dusk...
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In slow motion...
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. ...succussion strikes in sixteenth note...
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(creak)
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In slow motion...
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. ...embers never jump...
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Am I just an epicure...
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Please, oh please...
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In slow motion...
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(click)

                   
Underneath your clothes, there's an endless story

***Shakira***

[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (04-26-2003 04:44 PM).]

Oooh... very unusual and twisted... I scrolled to read this, slowly... just to get that extra added effect.  

This is something different, Noah, I like the concept you've used here.  Especially all the onomatopeia, spacing, pauses... really tone-enhancing.  And then the ending, well, caught me off guard... I never saw it coming.  

Lovely work, Mr. Eaton.  

Parasite

God becomes as
we are that we
may be as he
is
~William Blake

(big hugggsssssss) Thank you for your wonderful replies, really needed them as this really brought everything out of me writing!



This is about childrens nightmares, this was one I had ever so much and nightmares are an ugly place for any kid to be, too much violence and it gets too dark to see what's coming at you! (wipes tears)



Love,
Noah Eaton

      
Underneath your clothes, there's an endless story

***Shakira***