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Evil Project-English
Evil Project-English
Members:
Jacqueline Go
Samuel Espinoza
Julio Chacon
Juan Prado
Tiffany
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5.
The Gettysburg Address
Nov. 19, 1863
Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, upon this continent, a new
nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that "all men are created
equal."
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation
so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of
that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of it, as a final resting place for those
who died here, that the nation might live. This we may, in all propriety do. But in a
larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow, this
ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have hallowed it, far
above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long
remember what we say here; while it can never forget what they did here.
It is rather for us the living, we here be dedicated to the great task remaining before
us--that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which
they here gave the last full measure of devotion--that we here highly resolve that
these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation shall have a new birth of
freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not
perish from the earth
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“High Walker’s boss thought High Walker had made the story up, so the boss cut High
Walker’s head off.
“Then the old dry skull head said to High Walker, “See that now. I told you that
mouth brought me here and if you didn’t mind, it’d bring you here too.”
“So the bloody bones rose up and shook themselves, and the boss said, “What you
mean by this?” He wanted to know what was going on.
“Old skull head said, “We got High Walker and Bloody Bones. Now we’re all three in
the drift together.”
“With a long crackle! and a loud bang, the door to the library of Records was knocked
off it’s hinges, and fell to the floor of the enormous room as if it had fainted. But the
children paid no attention. Violet, Klaus, and Sunny all sat and looked at page thirteen of
the file, too amazed to even listen to the odd, teetering footsteps as the intruder entered
the room and began to walk along the aisles of file cabinets.”
“I watched the monster shove the last bit of pie into his mouth.
Then he flicked his reptile tongue in and out, licking up every last crumb from the pie
tin.
“It isn’t working,” I moaned to Clark. “He loves it.”
“Now what are we going to do?” he whispered back. He hugged his knees tightly to
his chest to keep them from shaking.”
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Walk down the realm
Hint to no one that this
Generic bond exists
Evil shows another side, and
Like before
Makes no sense
Never coming, always leaving
Right before
Hooked on substance
Dig in deeper, can't reveal
[Why we leave well enough alone
Never thought about the shame (x2)]
So fed up
What's with the scenes?
Observe and leave instead
This pity wagon
Penetrates my skin
So sensitive
Makes me sick, and
Like before
Makes no sense
Never coming, always leaving
Right before
Hooked on substance
Dig in deeper, can't reveal
Why we leave well enough alone
Never thought about the shame
The old and the aged, pulled
And never knew what hit [x2]
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks.
She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always
Lolita.
Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no
Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girlchild. In a princedom by the sea. Oh
when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always
count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed,
simple, noblewinged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.