Autumn

Memento, homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris

[[ remember, human, you are dust, and to dust you will return ]]
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The light was already fading as she made her through the sparse undergrowth. Temperate forests were much easier to walk through than tropical ones. Her footsteps were marked by crackles as withered leaves crumbled underneath the ridged sole of her boots.

Crinkle, thud, crinkle, silence... Crinkle, thud, crinkle, silence...

And on it went, distinctively rythmic when contrasted to the chaotic nature of forest chatter.

A young wren, startled by the approaching presence, spread it's wings with a frenzied flutter and launched itself into the colorless sky. A dark shadow against a confusion of white, cobalt and orange, it soon disappeared into the red bleeding through gold-lined, fluffy clouds. Sunset.

Chilling breaths of air had begun to swirl around the sighing trees, taking with them a souvenior of death-touched leaves, some golden with age, some brown with neglect and some still maintaining tints of healthy green. A few leaves snagged on branches of the undergrowth. Some settled gently on a lower bough, welcomed by its fellows. The rest spiralled around her, falling, raining, adding a patchwork layer to the blanket on the ground. The earth was preparing for winter frost.

Crinkle, crunch, thud. Shattered glass, torn paper.

Shadows lengthening, the sky, having finally remembered it's place, deepened to a silkier navy littered with luminous stars.

Wind turned cold, biting, whistled and moaned as it danced amongst the sparse foliage left on the skeletal branches.

And there she stands beside a watery mirror of the sky, watching the ripples spread sluggishly across the seamless surface, warping it's perfect reflection. The water was cold. And then she follows the rock she threw.

When the lake freezes over, she'll be trapped, like the earth, in the grips of winter. For a brief season, she'll be shunned by the living, forgotten by the dead, trapped in the icy hands of time.
Dead or alive? No one knows.

Flames to ashes, Rocks to dust.
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SCRAM FINALS!!!!

they really weren't that good.
The robert thingy school should've won DDDD;

oh well. They had hotter guys too =D

D&M in the gym. wat's the meaning of life? what's a perfect society?

wow we should all be philosophers when we grow up.

How about a committee where we have various professionals who try to help people? A pact?

i'm sure we'll all be very good at what we do!

REVOLUTIONARY PARTY

who try to make the world more equal

Communism in the bible? new concept.

by now, anyone who wasn't there would probably be VERY confused. -he he-

Too much philosophy and history and Marx lol

Communism is the ultimate democracy... and communism will only work if we conquer our most basic self preservation instinct that says "I'M MORE IMPORTANT THAN EVERYONE ELSE"

and this can only be cured by LOVE

so love= save the world from self destruction? or rather

love= save humans? can other organisms love?

we dont know. we're so elitest. Meh. too much thinking makes my head hurt

TIME FOR BED ^^

- blood