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Every force evolves a form.

Posted by oblivion-s-home at 7:33 PM EDT
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The whole earth was burning up. Everybody thought the town was going to be burned out. The fire jumped the lake. You could see nothing but dense smoke. The sand was burned black. The wind was terrific. Fire creates wind, you know. The sky overhead was all afire. A piece of the roof of the Coopers' house blew off, burning, and went a quater of a mile through the air. It landed on a house and burned it up. Everybody thought the world was coming to an end, I guess. It looked like the heavens lit up. We were all scared to death. We were all praying pretty hard. After the fire jumped through the town one time, the wind shifted and it started to come back. They say that a fire can't go back over ground it has already crossed, but this one did. A neighbor and I stood on the steps of the store and watched. 'The town's going,' she said. 'Let's go for the lake.' I said, 'No, I'm going to stick.'

Posted by oblivion-s-home at 9:47 PM EDT
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Why haven't we seen a picture of the whole Earth yet?

Posted by oblivion-s-home at 5:17 PM EDT
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Posted by oblivion-s-home at 11:34 AM EDT
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He could hear behind him the measured tread of the armed man, and after a while his breathing, but the man spoke no word. The sun was gaining and he could feel it a little of his back, and it felt good.

Posted by oblivion-s-home at 11:23 PM EDT
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Dogs wouldn't claim you as a son.

Posted by oblivion-s-home at 10:49 AM EDT
Updated: Saturday, May 21, 2011 11:44 AM EDT
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http://dl.toofiles.com/vaaoje/audios/ofthe.mp3

Posted by oblivion-s-home at 12:24 AM EDT
Updated: Wednesday, April 6, 2011 12:28 AM EDT
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I carried him in my arms; he didn't struggle or offer to strike me, and when I put him on the floor in front of the kitchen stove, he just rested quietly on his bell, held his neck erect, gave no sign of suffering fron any wound, and though he was motionless, his small black eyes seemed to be ever keenly watchful. His formidable bill, very sharp, three or three and a half inches long, and shaped like a pickaxe, was held perfectly level. But the wonder was that he did not struggle or make the slightest movement. We had a tortoise shell cat, who was so fond of lying under the stove in frosty weather that it was difficult to even poke him out with a broom; but when he saw and smelled that big fishy, black and white, speckled bird, the like of which he never seen before, he rushed wildly to the farthest corner of the kitchen, looked back cautiously and suspiciously, and began to make a study of the handsome but dangerous looking stranger. Becoming more and more curious and interested, he at length advanced a step or two for a nearer view and nearer smell; and as the wonderful bird kept absolutely motionless, he was encouraged to venture gradually nearer and nearer until within perhaps five or six feet of its breast. Then the wary loon prepared to defend himself by slowly, almost imperceptibly drawing back his long pickaxe bill, and without the slightest fuss or stir held it level and ready just over his tail. With that dangerous bill drawn so far back out of the way, the cat's confidence in the stranger's peaceful intentions seemed almost complete, and thus encouraged, he at last ventured forward with wondering, questioning eyes and quivering nostrils until he was only eighteen or twenty inches from the loon's smooth white breast. When the beautiful bird, apparently as peaceful and inoffensive as a flower, saw that his hairy yellow enemy had arrived at the right distance, the loon, who evidently was a fine judge of the reach of his spear, shot it forward quick as lightning-flash, in marvelous contrast to the wonderful slowness of the preparatory poising, backward motion. The aim was true to a hair-breadth. The cat was struck right in the center of his forehead, between the eyes. I thought his skull was cracked. Perhaps it was.

Posted by oblivion-s-home at 10:43 PM EDT
Updated: Saturday, May 21, 2011 11:44 AM EDT
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I found myself deep in a  forest until I came to a barrier of black iron. At  that barrier, unable  to pass, suddenly  my father descended from above in the form of a bird.  He gave to me  my new name, and allowed me to fly after him  over the barrier of iron.   As we proceeded, the bird, my father, changed  from black to white  - first his tail feathers, then all the rest. We  came then to a  river the colour of blood, in the midst of which was  a great snake of  three colours - blue, black and red. It closed its  gaping mouth to let us pass.   On the other side stood a crowd of people all in  white. As we passed  through they shouted words of recognition  until we arrived at  another river, of all white. This we crossed by  a giant chain of  gold. On the other side there were no trees, but only  a grassy mound.   Return or die. On the top of the hill was a round  house made entirely  of glass and built upon only a single post. Within, I saw a  man. The hair on his  head piled in the shape of a bishop's hat. He had a  star on his  breast, but as I grew closer, I saw it to be nothing but his  heart beating from inside his chest. We moved around him, and on the back of his  neck, a mark of a red cross. Just then I looked up and saw a woman in the moon -- a  bayonet  piercing her heart, from which a bright white fire  poured forth. It was then I felt the pain in my shoulder. My father told me I  had gone far enough. If I were to go any farther I would not  return.

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