There is a man, playing a violin, and the strings are the nerves in his own arm...
James O'BarrFear is for the enemy. Fear and bullets.
James O'BarrWhen sorrow comes, they come not single spies, but in battalions. I've allies in heaven, Jack, i've commrades in hell...say hello for me...
James O'BarrMots clés eric-draven james-o-barr shelly-webster the-crow
So the crow spirals down through a collapsed dream and the only sound it makes in like a concave scream.
James O'BarrMots clés eric-draven james-o-barr shelly-webster the-crow
ICH BENDÜRFNES JESUS CHRISTUS HANGELENK
MEIN GEBEIN WEINEN
ODLAND, KRIEGSBIET, LEBENWEISE
GESCHWINDIGKEIT, HALBMESSER, ABSTEIG
GNAPENSTOB
Here dwells a snake, one thousand miles long
Coiled, one thousand miles deep
Eyes like candy, it has eyes like candy
Hard and blue, but soft as kittens feet
Out of sight or in the element of light
It could be a devil, it could be an angel
With spiders inside a vision from hell
Its spine is a vertical scream
Slow as concrete, blurred as a dream
Fueled by inertia, depth, radius, and velocity,
Its soul--a twisted wreckage of despair and pain
And the spiders inside are just praying for rain
Killing time killing time
And praying for rain
One thousand miles deep
Mots clés pain despair sorrow good-and-evil visions-of-heaven-and-hell
It's not death if you refuse it...
It is if you accept it.
People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.
James O'BarrNothing is trivial.
James O'BarrIt can't rain all the time.
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