We had a week off in the middle of shooting, but as soon as everyone stopped, we all went down with six different types of flu and other unmentionable diseases.
quote by Johnny Vegas
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Wishing on a shooting star
I wished upon a shooting star
As it went through the sky,
I wished upon a shooting star
As it shot right by.
I wished upon a shooting star
That my prayers would all come true,
I wished upon a shooting star
And then I thought of you.
I wished upon a shooting star
And noticed I was crying,
I wished upon a shooting star
And realized I was dying.
I wished upon a shooting star
But my wish never came true,
I wished upon a shooting star
And hoped it would get me through.
I wished upon a shooting star
That the she would still be there,
I wished upon a shooting star
That she would always care.
I wished upon a shooting star
Here in this night sky,
I wished upon a shooting star
That our love will never die.
poem by Xx Charmer Xx
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he is in the middle of something
Painful
Choosing between slashing his wrist with a blade
Or firing a bullet in his head
In the middle ambiguities
he stopped
You called.
What if the blade slashed his wrist?
And blood squirted on the Floor like a basin of water
Like falling tears On his cheeks
What if the gun fired?
And his brain spills on his chest
What if you did not call?
It is the middle of pain It is the middle of confusing things
Sometimes, it is the middle That saves.
Luck.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Luck
he is in the middle of something
Painful
Choosing between slashing his wrist with a blade
Or firing a bullet in his head
In the middle ambiguities
he stopped
You called.
What if the blade slashed his wrist?
And blood squirted on the Floor like a basin of water
Like falling tears On his cheeks
What if the gun fired?
And his brain spills on his chest
What if you did not call?
It is the middle of pain It is the middle of confusing things
Sometimes, it is the middle That saves.
Luck.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Christe
Sexually transimitted diseases,
Of the diseases thart had led us to bury many who were deceased;
Yes, deceases from the diseases! !
And like the victims of sexual abuse;
But i am Christe in the land of your muse!
So, try to be well educated on this issue at hand.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mr. Speaker, the scientific evidence is overwhelming that embryonic stem cells have great potential to regenerate specific types of human tissues, offering hope for millions of Americans suffering from debilitating diseases.
quote by Jim Ramstad
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Attacked
Over the last week I have been attacked
by over eighty internet viruses
that even overcame my virus checker.
I lost all of my emails that had recently came in,
have had to reinstall some software
to get things going again.
It has been a nightmare week,
one of which I don’t want again.
It has stopped me doing things
I really wanted to get done,
put my life on hold for the week
and for what I wonder, so someone moron could get his kicks.
I shudder to think what goes through their mind.
I know it isn’t sanity that is for sure.
I spoke to a person whom told me
they would be lost without their computer.
I guess there is a lot of us like that who feel the same way.
All of us finding it strange
that people should act this way.
Not only do they put lives in danger
when hospital computers go down.
They hurt others in different ways.
The turmoil they put people through,
those who’s pleasure is derived
from their friends in foreign lands.
Not forgetting the stress they put on peoples lives.
We all know stress can lead to a number of diseases,
heart attacks, strokes, cancer just to name a few.
However, the disease who created the viruses
walks calmly down the street, a big smile on their face,
though they may have ruined
a hundred or more lives today.
They don’t do it for money,
but just to see peoples pain.
Such a sorry bunch they are.
They may even think they are smart,
but that is not the word I would use for them.
I would say they are sick, very, very sick.
18 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. January
COVER SHOOTING
The week at Whinwood next to Christmas week.
Six guns, no more, but all good men and true,
Of the clean--visaged sort, with ruddy cheek
Which knows not care. Light--hearted Montagu
At the cover's end, as down the wind they flew,
Has stopped his score of pheasants, every beak,
Without more thought of Juliet than of you;
And still I hear his loud--mouthed Purdeys speak.
Tybalt and Paris, with a bet on hand,
Have fired at the same woodcock. ``Truce,'' say I,
``To civil jars.'' For look, as by command,
Bunch following bunch, a hundred pheasants fly.
Now battle, murder, death on every side!
Right, left, left, right, we pile up agony,
Till night stops all. Then home in chastened pride,
With aching heads, our slaughter satisfied.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Last Week
Oh, the new-chum went to the backblock run,
But he should have gone there last week.
He tramped ten miles with a loaded gun,
But of turkey of duck saw never a one,
For he should have been there last week,
They said,
There were flocks of 'em there last week.
He wended his way to a waterfall,
And he should have gone there last week.
He carried a camera, legs and all,
But the day was hot and the stream was small,
For he should have gone there last week,
They said,
They drowned a man there last week.
He went for a drive, and he made a start,
Which should have been made last week,
For the old horse died of a broken heart;
So he footed it home and he dragged the cart --
But the horse was all right last week,
They said,
He trotted a match last week.
So he asked all the bushies who came from afar
To visit the town last week
If the'd dine with him, and they said "Hurrah!"
But there wasn't a drop in the whisky jar --
You should have been here last week,
He said,
I drank it all up last week!
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Pop Pop and Sizzle
When you've been re-mated,
With someone you hate...
But love...
With all your heart.
Nothing is between or in the middle.
This is known by two who do those things they do...
In the dark!
Pop pop and sizzle!
Nothing is between or in the middle.
This is known by two who do those things they do...
In the dark!
When you've stopped debating...
Who gives what and how to you.
You'll wake up to know what was,
Has not changed.
It was there when you had your head up,
In the clouds.
Pop pop and sizzle!
Nothing is between or in the middle.
This is known by two who do those things they do...
In the dark!
When you've been re-mated,
With someone you hate...
But love...
With all your heart.
Nothing's in between in the middle.
But-a pop pop and sizzle!
OH..and,
Nothing's in between in the middle.
But-a pop pop and sizzle!
OH...and,
Nothing's in between in the middle.
But-a pop pop and sizzle!
OH...and,
Nothing's in between in the middle.
But-a pop pop and sizzle!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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End Of The Week
I get out of work
And then I throw away all of my cares
I get out of work
And then I wash the week out my hair
Monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday
Its hard as could be
But by old friday evening
Were free, were free, were free
End of the week
The weekend started
Been working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Youre tasting freedom
No one to push you around
End of the week
And life has a reason
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Street are alive
You know everybodys going somewhere
You put on the slide
You gotta beat the crowd just everywhere
And all the music all the dancing
Get you so high
And all that sweet romancing
Oh my, oh my, oh my
End of the week
The weekend started
Working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Feels good now
Feels good now
End of the week
End of the week
Its real good now
Real good now
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Shooting Stars
Here I come again
It is the end of the night
And baby stuck out tonight
Oh but to her strange vibes
To make her feel alright
For babys feeling sick
Well now she tried so hard
So hard to be hip
Shes shooting stars
With her friends
Shes shooting stars
Till the end
What is the time of day
She thinks shes really hip
Oh it can be so maim
If you wanna play that game
Why dont you listen to me
Dont go out tonight
Dont go out with no boys
Oh your heads always to the ground baby
On the scrounge at the peppermint ground
Babys feeling sense
Well now she tried so hard
So hard to be hip
Shes shooting stars
With her friends
Shes shooting stars
Till the end
What is the time of day
She thinks shes really hip
Well you wanna play the fool
You wanna be so cruel
You wanna shoot that hero
Oh dont you know that baby
Revolution or maim
It is the end of the night
And baby stopped out tonight
To many sing marks on her hearts
To do her any more harm
Babys feeling sick
They tracked her down
And she tried so hard
So hard to be hip
Shes shooting stars
With her friends
Shes shooting stars
Till the end
Shes shooting stars
With her friends
Shes shooting stars
Till the end
Come on, be her friend
You know shes in my trust
You know shes in my strong
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Week In Week Out
IIs there something more?
Surely there must be
You can't lose everything
So you're quite happy
To live with nothing more
Than a life-long shopping list
You tick off on credit
Well you'll pay for it
Week in and week out
Your lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
Where are you going to turn?
When all ambition fails?
Why try any more
If human nature's stale?
Invite the hand of God
To touch the lucky few
There's no such thing as God
Nor easy money too?
Week in and week out
These lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
Week in and week out
Your lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
song performed by by Ordinary Boys
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Shooting Star
All the people had their share of the glory
Looking out after you
Its just a story about winners and glory
And you know that its true
Ah ha, oh yeah, youre just a shooting star
Ah ha, oh yeah, youre just a shooting star
Some men may glory from a different condition
Of another car
And later persuasion would permit the arranging
Of a ...
And to cause more confusion, and to make this illusion
Would have gone too far
And its my ambition, of a jacket ignition
In a cadillac metal car
Ah ha, oh yeah, youre just a shooting star
Ah ha, oh yeah, youre just a shooting star
Ah ha, oh yeah, youre just a shooting star
Ah ha, oh yeah, youre just a shooting star
Youre just a shooting star
song performed by by Lou Reed
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If We Stopped Getting Ill
The sun was bright this morning
And as i lay in my bed
I smiled out at the world outside
And then within my head
A strange thought started forming
As if not of my will
What if plagues and sickness vanished
And we stopped getting ill?
A happy thought i told myself
But then as these things go
The consequences came to me
Though still thinking rather slow
What would happen to the chemists,
Doctors, nurses and the rest
If we were well all of the time
And always felt our best?
Wall Street would be mortified
Pharma companies would collapse
Unless they invented illnesses
Or, even worse, perhaps
They'd have to spread diseases
So we'd need their little pills
And all of this might happen
If we stopped getting ill.
poem by David Keig
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By the first week of shooting, you know exactly where your film is heading based on the psychology of your director.
quote by Jodie Foster
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My Shooting Star
You are my shooting star so bright
Your smile gives me my life
You have taken me so far
Your only job: being my shooting star
You see no destination
Your love and pain; quite the combination
A lot easier it would have been
When I look back and realize when
You were my shooting star
Your love, I foolishly believed
I could keep
You changed my life so fast
Your encouraging me was by following no path
I knew the joy
Of an amazing boy
My shooting star
Knowing no distance; neither near or far
Shooting stars can be touched but never kept
And they can't love
I also will always know
The pain of letting one go
poem by Talisa Dee Whitmore
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A week before shooting, they told me, You don't have the part, yet. We're still trying to find a handicapped kid who can act. Either that or we break your legs.
quote by Kieran Culkin
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The diseases of the present have little in common with the diseases of the past save that we die of them.
quote by Agnes Repplier
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First Week/last Week... Carefree
Can we run that again
Is that a womans voice I hear?
I said, lets wait and see. Ill see for myself
Thats a phrase I repeat
To myself
Made a reference to me and
Thats myself too
What progress I have made the first week
First week
First week
First week
Every sentence I use
Refer to women and their names
I heard the voice first last week
I heard it myself
Made a reference to me
Thats myself
This reports incomplete
I see for myself
Every appointment has been moved to last week
Last week
Last week
Last week
Oh...
Ah...
Oh...
I heard the voice first last week
I heard it myself
Made a reference to me
And thats myself
This reports incomplete
I see for myself
Every appointment has been been moved to last week
Last week
Last week
Last week
Oh...
Ah...
Oh...
song performed by by Talking Heads
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I'm either shooting nine grams of coke a day or spending two hours at the gym. There's no middle ground.
quote by Dave Navarro
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