She had been planning it for months now. The exact moment when it would all end. The play would have an ending never seen or heard before. The last scene when the female protagonist consumes the vial of poison, well that would be the last time they saw her on this stage called life. The plan was executed like clockwork .The curtains fell and arose a minute later for the credits. A tiny little hitch in the plan. As the audience arose floored by her brilliant performance she chose to be alive to hear the thunderous roar of clapping. You have the choice to be or not to be. She chose to be.
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profound!
yes we hv the choice to be or not to be. And sometimes, not being makes u be. wut say?
Keshi.
being and not being....
pretty darn difficult to decide which one works best....
I prefer to be... and let others be too!
Nice. Very nice. Be it is.
"....she chose to be alive to hear the thunderous roar of clapping. You have the choice to be or not to be. She chose to be."
...in that moment the clasp of her corset came undone and her left breast popped out of her dress. The audience gasped as they noticed that the breast was bigger than the head of some of the audience members...."
To Do Is To Be- Nietzsche
To Be Is To Do-
Kant
Do Be Do Be Do- Sinatra
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This is brilliant... and the ending! Coup de grace!
"...she chose to be alive to hear the thunderous roar of clapping. You have the choice to be or not to be. She chose to be."
...The audience did not see a hitch rather, the interplay of death and life induces a meaning that has evade humanity for centuries. Life in death - the end of one, the beginning of the other'
You are an amazing writer!
Nice blog.
Oh, that completely sounds like me. That's nice. :D
Amazing stuff!
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