The Flaming Lips

kits and eyes like bad charcoal sketches. His waistcoats are eyed by Madame Duchamp, who thinks they are gauche. “Ah, le bon Monsieur Sage!” she says to us in the back room. “He is positively bourgeois!” But Madame Duchamp does not dare part her lips in earshot of Monsieur Sage, because we are all a little afraid of him. He is not bourgeois.…

Imagine being on the run for fourteen days, no food, no water and no stopping. Your running until the point where your legs become numb, and you cannot take the flaming taste of a dry mouth and burning bleeding lips. This is exactly what happened to a young man who was forced to flee a genocide in Myanmar, just last year. Good morning 8A and Ms. Cosman. Today, I am here to talk about the significance of the two words never forget. It is crucial that we never forget the Holocaust so that we can…

Welcome Home - Radical Face This song fits nicely with the part of the book when Bechdel comes back for her father’s funeral. She comes home to old memories of working with her dad and playing with her brothers. She also revisits old relationships with her relatives that have been completely or slightly severed. In ‘Welcome Home’, the singer also addresses the topic of old relationships, ‘Ships are launching from my…

The next day I did a further examination of the machine and noticed that the glass tube’s electrical socket was arcing. If I kept up, the wire from the glass tube might break; I had to come up with a solution. I decided to strengthen the wire with conductive epoxy which should do the trick. The long term solution would be to replace the glass tube and the socket; there was no telling how long this unit has been in use. “Carrie, can you use your skills and find out where the company that made…

onto the paintings opposite. Ancient members of the royal family peered down at me, their canvas faces fixed into permanent frowns. My boots clicked across the marble beneath me, and we took a turn. This corridor contained no windows, lit only by flaming torches listed on golden sconces. More paintings filled the spaces in between, but this time of deceased Kings and Sovereigns, all angry and wrinkled. This trip was as familiar to me as the back of my own hand. My only escapes from my chambers…

A dull ache in his ribs woke Tom from a restless sleep. As his mind became fully conscious, the pain steadily intensified and a low moan escaped from between his lips. His eyes fluttered open, and he stared around the room, his face a mask of confusion. For a moment, he had no memory of where he was, but everything soon became clear when his gaze settled on Booker. The dark-haired officer sat cross-legged on his bed reading a comic book. It was a strange sight to wake up to, and blinking…

attacking him looking for any juicy meat because in the wild every mammal is for himself. This wild beast wanted meat and nothing could stop it, with teeth as sharp as knives dug into Mason’s arms he could literally feel knives made of red, hot, flaming steel just puncturing his arm. Mason pushed the lion with his hairy long legs and with a powerful kick in the eyes the lion let go, with the lion off him he could know either grab a weapon and kill the lion or run away and get killed by the lion.…

Fears Gotham 's skies had grown dark, almost crepuscular as the rusty sky traced with black clouds full of horror reminded every citizen he had won. Will there ever be a blue sky again? Or a smile on a young child 's face? Will there ever be a look of happiness in the teenagers eyes that wasn 't traced with fright? Scarecrow doubted this and he smiled at the thought. Jonathan Crane wasn 't insane, he wasn 't a maniac unlike the doctors at Arkham thought, if they were doctors at all. He…

gripping the cigarette with thumb and ring finger I tapped the lighting end seven times, just like she used to. A simple act, place the cigarette to my lips and light it, something that gave me an unusual amount of trouble this time. The wind blew out my lighter, the humidity strangled the cigarette, and my own breathing seemed to deprive the flaming stick of tobacco of the oxygen it needed to stay alive. These simple…

Juno hurries Iris down to Turnus, who’s seated by chance in a hallowed Glen. The messenger with rosy lips bestirred the king:” Turnus, your prayers have been answered at last. Aeneas and some of his men have left the camp to go to Palatine Hill and he’s arming the Tuscan countryside. Quick! Strike the camp while it is weak! Why hold back? Now’s the time for horses and chariots”. With that, she whisked away in a rainbow. Seeing her, he fell on his knees in astonishments raising his hands. “Isis,…