As I have said in previous entry, I commenced with texts rarely done. On the other hand, some of these unfinished texts are too good or too apt to rot in the corner of oblivion. Now I copy some excerpts from the unfinished, that are on my PC and on my mind every now and then. Part 1: Work in poems and songs.
MISSED THE PART
The rain taps softly on my window,
The Summer's almost gone by.
The sun went on and left me shivering,
the leaves are dying, and so am I.
We used to plan our shining future
and dream of everlasting love,
I felt so happy, so save in your arms,
feeling that I'ld never get away from your charms,
thought that you could feel it too, that you would reply
to my love, but you took off and left me to die.
When did this tragoedy start?
I missed the part.
You said we'ld always be together,
whatever did I do so wrong?
The world keeps turning, but I'm left behind,
and I can't understand, why I've been so blind
not to see that you and me were falling apart;
suddenly there seems to be a sting in my heart.
How could you leave me so scarred?
I missed the part.
CHILD'S SONG
Every little step we do is one more step further away,
every day we're seeing through is one more lost, forgotten day.
And though we think it works too slow,
we are still young and do not know
if it's the right way we choose to go.
We keep on growing up so fast,
and won't slow down until at last
those days of happiness are past.
We close our eyes when we should see,
we start to run when we should stand.
Never knowing what will be
when we'll let go of mother's hand.
There are so many ways to fall,
they can't prepare us for them all,
and we don't want to heed their call.
They look into our shiny eyes
that are too blind to realize
that all those fairy-tales were lies.
Teil 2: Unfertige Scripts für Comics.
Antony: ...and all the other guys are getting bags of badges, which really...
Simon: ...-sucks?
Antony: Wha- I- Simon!!! Goddammit, can't you say knock knock or something when you enter the tent?
(wischt Tinte von seinem Heft.) This is--just--great!
Simon: Sorry, I was just checking in to make sure you're okay. You weren't in line.
Antony: Yeah, well I kinda feel like NOT making a fool out of myself today, for a change!
Simon: Aw come now, you're not that bad. I bet you'll get a badge for arts.
I have not seen anyone fail under my lead.
Antony: Get lost!
Simon: Fine! I'll just swing my sexy little bum out then.
Antony: - Wha-hey! (Spills again in ink.) Gosh, I'm gonna kill Jefferson!
He can never EVER keep his noise hole shut!
Simon: Whyhy, I do not see a problem there. Boyscouts us can keep a secret, you know.
Nobody's hearing a thing from me.
Antony: ... Thanks.
Simon: Oh, and by the way, Antony: I do not think you're gay. You're probably just confused.
After all, I do look rather female.
Antony: How can you be so sure?
Simon: I can. I can tell. Do not ask.
Antony: Oh ...
Simon: 'sokay. Just do not try and rape me while I'm asleep! Hee hee!
Antony: VERY funny!
(I think it important to note that the plans for this comic long before the SP episode existed, to be remembered could feel!)
Phoebe: It's not too late, guys! There is still a chance we can save this little fellow!
Jefferson: Quick, we're losing him!
Phoebe: Alright ... pepper! (...) Salt! (...) Tissues!
Jefferson: It's no good!
Antony: We need the defibrillator!
Phoebe: Step aside!
(change of perspective: Phoebe flips tried tons of garlic in a pot of gravy
Antony the sauce..)
Antony: Okay, we have a pulse!
Phoebe: Thank god, we did it!
Antony: You know, next time Fresh feels like doing anything in the kitchen, let's just make sure she's washing the dishes!
Jefferson: Yeah.
Phoebe: Yeah.
I'll probably put more in the near future inside of it here, you might have her a few tips or ideas for me, that would be cool. First of all enough now. Oh by the way: How can I prevent the copied text has such large gaps between the lines? That sucks!
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