| Nathan lives!Ho!
It's the first Wednesday of the rest of our lives- let's get together. Maybe we can talk about becoming stumbling blocks.
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BEAT! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow! |
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| Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force, |
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| Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation; |
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| Into the school where the scholar is studying; |
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| Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride; |
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| Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, plowing his field or gathering his grain; |
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| So fierce you whirr and pound, you drums—so shrill you bugles blow. |
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Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow! |
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| Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets: |
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| Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? No sleepers must sleep in those beds; |
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| No bargainers’ bargains by day—no brokers or speculators—Would they continue? |
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| Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing? |
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| Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge? |
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| Then rattle quicker, heavier drums—you bugles wilder blow. |
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Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow! |
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| Make no parley—stop for no expostulation; |
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| Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer; |
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| Mind not the old man beseeching the young man; |
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| Let not the child’s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties; |
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| Make even the trestles to shake the dead, where they lie awaiting the hearses, |
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So strong you thump, O terrible drums—so loud you bugles blow.
-Walt Whitman
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| 9:56 5-11-06 Xanga
Hello internet.
After all of this speculation
Here I am!
My friends, I've missed you so!
Guess what?
It turns out that life is paradoxical!
-To my dearest, most commonplace and comfortable of assets;
You no longer fit into the little compartments that I had you placed in.
May you and I not be pardoned until the bullshit is exposed!
Sincerely,
Nate
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