| 1. The Flames Of Troy - The Daily Journal |
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This newspaper smells like Christmas, I miss those merry days. My sandwich tastes like winter, and it's falling snowflakes. If I could have it anyway...
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| 2. The Flames Of Troy - Twenty Thousand Leagues |
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[inamorato's journal:] I'm trapped once again, I've sunk to the bottom of the sea. I've made friends with an oversized shrimp, I've fallen in love...
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| 3. The Flames Of Troy - The May Of December |
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My ups are downs, and my downs are ups, The Boer War cant save me now. Today is the grand opening of the carnival, sanity won't accept me now. The...
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| 4. The Flames Of Troy - The Flames Of Troy |
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The present attacks like light. I dream of going back 80 billion years to meet one of the other me's, to see what the other sees, to dream what the...
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| 5. The Flames Of Troy - Water Breaks Me |
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I'm begging you - make my mind a radio you can listen to. Crystal clear stereophonics, and a dial the entire world can tune into. All you'll need is...
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| 6. The Flames Of Troy - Squinting Makes A Pervert |
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It amazes me how much there is to know in this 'world.' (to learn is to know...) All information is created by a bored, out of work professor. (......
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| 7. The Flames Of Troy - Stick Figure Avatar |
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You have the lifespan of a lightbulb, and the personality of a rabid dog. Robert, you've inspired me to create a dance where one drops their jaw...
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| 8. The Flames Of Troy - One Hundred Yard Dash |
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We're pitted between the wall of a soaked stadium and the high of a smoked Saturday. One A.M. and rules no longer apply. My vision of the uprights is...
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| 9. The Flames Of Troy - The Decorated Sky |
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I'm a walking ghost, I'm only alive on Christmas. It's something about those merry nights and the morning's eve.The blue florescent lights guide my...
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| 10. The Flames Of Troy - Like Twenty Torches Joined |
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Bad days come in twos. I'm the only person who can make me laugh. I love talking to myself, because I can talk as fast as I want and still understand...
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| 11. The Flames Of Troy - What Pure Evil Can Do |
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Fritos and I, hour number five, sitting to the beat of a basketball. I feel like I can write with my left hand. Looking up, for the first time I can...
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