|
b70926f
|
I know you know the tale of Baby June You know the way she could deliver a tune She was a killer in a petticoat A little bit of everyone you adore... And if your baby let you down at night, Well Baby June would make it up alright And I was never happier Than in the arms and charms of her
|
|
katchoo
|
Terry Moore |
|
cdfcb95
|
And still the storm approaches. And there's nothing I can do. So I wait and watch and feel his breath against my face, cool and brave. His salt licks my skin, his promise brushes my hair. His fury drives the wind to touch my cheek and whisper something I can't hear. I think he loves me. I think he comes to see me. I am young. I will learn
|
|
|
Terry Moore |
|
56860d2
|
The ocean tosses up a thousand arms to embrace the storm that falls across her like a drunken sailor. His thunder slaps her thighs, his lighting piercing her waters. They pound me between the hips and I begin to panic, knowing their passion will destroy me.
|
|
emmie
katchoo
|
Terry Moore |
|
0f8f7cc
|
Has a confrontational ring to it, doesn't it? Like saying, the sky is rubber, or, your foot's a hippopotamus.
|
|
|
Terry Moore |
|
49bdb56
|
Malus: 'You look like a person with doubts.' Zoe: 'I wonder sometimes if any of this is real - or is it just a business, selling hope to people who can't afford it?' Malus: 'Clever people have been asking that question since the iron age, Zoe. The answer remains the same.' Zoe: 'And... ?' Malus: 'Business is good.' (A dialogue regarding the Church between a demon and a human.)
|
|
corruption
|
Terry Moore |
|
8299cd2
|
In all my lives, the only thing I've seen save people from themselves is hope. Hope beyond logic. Hope beyond what the eye can see. Filled with hope, the human spirit is an insatiable force of energy, transcending biology to embrace something eternal. Without hope, the spirit dies and nothing awaits but death.
|
|
spirituality
hope
|
Terry Moore |
|
ecce8b8
|
Lilith: 'Your daughter is special. Her gifts need to be developed and nourished.' Mary: 'I take care of my own.' Lilith: 'You're feeding her body - I'll feed her spirit.' Mary: 'The Lord feeds her spirit, through the Good Book.' Lilith: 'That book wasn't written for her, Mary, nor you. It was written for people of another time... and they're long gone. It has nothing to do with you. If you had any idea how little you people matter to God...
|
|
|
Terry Moore |