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DREAM HOUSE

A SCRATCH!

Romeo: I never injured thee, And so, good Capulet, which name I tender As dearly as mine ow ... be satisfied.
Mercutio: O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! Tybalt, you ratcatcher, Will you walk?
Tybalt: What wouldst thou have with me?
Mercutio: Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives.
Tybalt: I am for you. (they fight)
Benvolio: Art thou hurt?
Mercutio: Ay, ay, a scratch. A scratch!
Romeo: Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much.
Mercutio: 'Twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man. A plague o' both your houses They have made worms' meat of me. (a silent whisper) A plague o' both your houses! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
Romeo: I thought all for the best.


-Next scene-
Romeo: Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company.
Tybalt: Thou, wretched boy, shalt with him hence.
Romeo: (with frightening intensity) Either thou or I, or both, must go with him. Either thou or I, or both, must go with him!
-End-

A PLAGUE O' BOTH YOUR HOUSES!

INSPIRATION

Skinned her alive, ripped her apart
Scattered her ashes, buried her heart
Rise up above it, high up above and see
Honest to God I'll break your heart
Tear you to pieces and rip you apart.
-Night of the Hunter, Thirty Seconds to Mars

A WARNING TO THE PEOPLE THE GOOD AND THE EVIL THIS IS WAR TO THE SOLDIER THE CIVILIAN THE MATHYR THE VICTIM THIS IS WAR IT'S THE MOMENT OF TRUTH IT'S THE MOMENT TO LIE IT'S THE MOMENT TO LIVE AND THE MOMENT TO DIE THE MOMENT TO FIGHT

THIS IS A CALL TO ARMS GATHER SOLDIERS TIME TO GO TO WAR THIS IS A BATTLE SONG BROTHERS AND SISTERS TIME TO GO TO WAR.

Ford: The road not taken.
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I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears. And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave. 'Cause your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone! These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real, there's just too much that time cannot erase. When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears. And I held your hand through all of these years but you still have all of me... You used to captivate me by your resonating light. Now I'm bound by the life you left behind. Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams, your voice it chased away all the sanity in me.These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real, there's just too much that time cannot erase! I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone, but though you're still with me. I've been alone all along.

Evanescence, My Immortal.

TWO ROADS DIVERGED IN A YELLOW WOOD,
AND SORRY I COULD NOT TRAVEL BOTH
AND BE ONE TRAVELLER, LONG I STOOD
AND LOOKED DOWN ONE AS FAR AS I COULD
TO WHERE IT BENT IN THE UNDERGROWTH;
I SHALL BE TELLING THIS WITH SIGH
SOMEWHERE AGES AND AGES HENCE:
TWO ROADS DIVERGED IN A WOOD, AND I-
I TOOK THE ONE LESS TRAVELLED BY,
AND THAT HAS MADE ALL THE DIFFERENCE.

Robert Frost, The Road not taken.

Alexander Supertramp.

TWO YEARS HE WALKS THE EARTH. NO PHONE, NO POOL, NO PETS, NO CIGARETTES. ULTIMATE FREEDOM. AN EXTREMIST. AN AESTHTIC VOYAGER WHOSE HOME IS THE ROAD. ESCAPED FROM ATLANTA. THOU SHALT NO RETURN, 'CAUSE THE WEST IS THE BEST. AND NOW AFTER TWO RAMBLING YEARS COMES THE FINAL AND GREATEST ADVENTURE. THE CLIMATIC BATTLE TO KILL THE FALSE BEING WITHIN AND VICTORIOUSLY CONCLUDE THE SPIRITUAL PILGRIMAGE. TEN DAYS AND NIGHTS OF FREIGHT TRAINS AND HITCHHIKING BRING HIM TO THE GREAT WHITE NORTH. NO LONGER TO BE POISONED BY CIVILIZATION HE FLEES, AND WALKS ALONE UPON THE LAND TO BECOME LOST IN THE WILD.

ALEXANDER SUPERTRAMP, MAY 1992.