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| [68198] by "andrea" (host-78-13-10-235.cust-adsl.tiscali.it)
on Sat 05 Sep 2009 14:53:16
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Life goes like this: someone builds a stable, beautiful existence. But it can't be enough, some sort of discontent grows inside him.
Someone else struggles to see the light at the end of a tunnel that began the very day he was born. Somehow, painstakingly, he gets there prepares to rest, at long last.
But then the first someone throws his life away. He just doesn't like it anymore, maybe, he's bored or tired with it. He looks around but, well, it's too late to build a new one - so he just takes away what the second someone built.
That's the way life goes, and not even the sheerest virtues or the highest intellects can do anything to prevent it going that way.
What's left to the reader, is the lesson that should be learned - if there's any. I am trying to figure it out, and outside the window another year begins. |
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| [67708] by "H." (host-78-13-177-155.cust-adsl.tiscali.it)
on Thu 21 May 2009 13:33:56
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breathless
I was standing over
counters over mountains
over the river's rage
climbing ladders
talking out to strangers
you can never know
how much you can shine
how much you can wait
in this turnover state
how much you can bear
before it's too late
how much you can drop
before you have to stop
you can never know
why it never snows
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| [67340] by "andrea" (host-78-12-34-136.cust-adsl.tiscali.it)
on Tue 31 Mar 2009 12:10:10
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I never thought I would have come so far as saying "I just can't take it anymore". Armed of my legendary cynicism I always laughed of people that would say so. A couple of times I even laughed out loud in their very face, not only unable to comprehend them, but literally disgusted by such a display of weakness.
Now that there are times of the day when I happen to repeat that inside myself like a mantra, I feel like a third eye popped into my forehead and suddenly I can see a lot of details of being... a human being, that I couldn't see before at all.
I've taken into account raising a white flag: in the last months (not even a full year) life took everything from me, every single thing I slowly built with twice the efforts of someone that had the little luck of being born into a normal, healthy family.
But still I shrugged and went ahead, because after all there was a single thing that I valued more than all the rest, that I considered to be by safe corner. Of course life took that away from me too, very slowly in this case, occasionally giving me the false hope that I was going to win at least that single battle for happyness.
So, now that all is officially lost, the white flag comes back into evaluation. I feel safe writing all of this just here where I am pretty much sure that at best once in some months, one of the old readers of LC, all displaced in remote corners of the world, will throw an eye on my words.
Because that's it, there's an increasing number of moments of the day when I can't help but repeat to myself "I just can't take it anymore". And, fuck, no one really would in my conditions. My greatest wonder? Still somehow "taking it", grinding teeth, and moving ahead in some unclear direction. |
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| [67064] by "andrea" (host-84-220-16-13.cust-adsl.tiscali.it)
on Tue 24 Feb 2009 13:15:49
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"I'm awake" says H. in the end of ends, his ferocious alter ego ripped apart, his imaginary tormentors vanished for good.
Awake from a nightmareous slumber which lasted four long years of unbearable pain and deep dark shadows casted over any possible view on the future.
So H. finally walks in the real world, and with childish joy begins to fiddle with the reality he has always been denied by events and bad choices - provided the two things aren't really just the same one.
A fruitful yet tiresome walk, in an endless day which seems to present some of the disturbing angles of the realm of dreams. Fruitful, yet tiresome.
H. falls asleep again, but more probably he felt asleep before - and now he's awaking again into what he believed to be the dream.
And me? What should I do now? |
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| Ten years after |
| [66682] by "andrea" (host-84-221-5-19.cust-adsl.tiscali.it)
on Sat 03 Jan 2009 04:00:44
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It's 1999 all over again. |
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| [65684] by "FrereKhan" (bri-pow-pr3.tpgi.com.au)
on Thu 28 Aug 2008 20:46:08
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of sight for a while. Dropped out of mind. Dropped back into an old, old place, but feeling so dislocated. Like I'm standing a step to the right of where I am. Never in the right place. Struggling through the streets, in everyone's way. Not sure which way to go. I could sail on, and would anybody notice? |
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| [64790] by "andrea" (217-133-31-230.b2b.tiscali.it)
on Sat 15 Mar 2008 08:58:01
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And then, something sheerly embodies the atmosphere of lc..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gxe40xXQKko&feature=related |
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| How I miss Last Cereal |
| [63968] by "Nosferatu Suspiria" (pool-71-176-54-19.nrflva.east.verizon.net)
on Wed 05 Dec 2007 02:57:47
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Wow is anyone still around?Hello Andrea been a loooong time.I was just looking at old episodes,remember not only Last Cereal but where I was at in my life when it was out.Most brilliant comic I've read to this day.Thanks |
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| [62954] by "andrea" (217-133-31-230.b2b.tiscali.it)
on Sat 22 Sep 2007 12:57:15
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H., Tom, Oriental Eyes, all the characters including "The City" - and the supernatural atmosphere - now and then I miss all of them. I miss cleaning the ball of that old logitech pilot mouse I used to draw the four panels on Paint Shop Pro 4.14, Windows 98, Windows 2000. I miss listening the radio late at night trying to figure out what should I draw next. I miss the hysterical phonecalls of Matteo, the friend who checked up for LC again and again waiting for me tu update.
So those ghosts, they all come knocking at my door begging for me to give them a body again. But those bodies - I buried them long time ago and they nurtured the soil I'm planting my life in.
I feel like a summoner and an exorcist at the same time.. |
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| [61135] by "andrea" (ppp-62-10-15-160.dialup.tiscali.it)
on Wed 14 Feb 2007 19:41:12
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people delivering dreams |
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