A Modern Day Gothic Tale Of Horror And Fear
They like their meat rare...blood rare!
Plot
Jockey Jack has a bill open with a gangster just released from jail. He somehow manages to parry the gangster's knife attack backstage at a theatre and the latter ends up dead being put into a double bass case. A day later the gangster mysteriously has disappeared, but it turns out that he was carrying a bet ticket for a horse race now worth over a million. A turbulent run for the money begins.
Keywords: 1960s, actor, backstage, based-on-novel, bet, bible-quote, chase, corpse, double-bass, dressing-room
Absalon or Axel (c. 1128 – 21 March 1201) was a Danish archbishop and statesman, who was the Bishop of Roskilde from 1158 to 1192 and Archbishop of Lund from 1178 until his death. He was the foremost politician and churchfather of Denmark in the second half of the 12th century, and was the closest advisor of King Valdemar I of Denmark. He was a key figure in the Danish policies of territorial expansion in the Baltic Sea, Europeanization in close relationship with the Holy See, and reform in the relation between the Church and the public. He combined the ideals of Gregorian Reform ideals with loyal support of a strong monarchical power.
Absalon was born into the powerful Hvide clan, and owned great land possessions. He endowed several church institutions, most prominently his family's Sorø Abbey. He was granted lands by the crown, and built the first fortification of the city that evolved into modern-day Copenhagen. His titles were passed on to his nephews Anders Sunesen and Peder Sunesen. He died in 1201, and was interred at Sorø Abbey.
Julien Absalon (born August 16, 1980 in Remiremont, Vosges) is a French cross-country mountain biker. He won gold medals at the 2004 Summer Olympics and at the 2008 Summer Olympics. He rides for the Spanish mountain bike team Orbea. Absalon has 17 World Cup wins. Absalon won four consecutive Mountain Bike World Championships (2004, 2005, 2006, 2007). Absalon has also won the French cross-country championship between 2003 and 2011.
I feel like this is just a means to an end.
Does it hold any meaning as I reach the end?
Lost to memory, final reality.
When I'm awake or asleep both are all but a dream.
Finality of this life is something certain for me.
Lost to memory, final reality.
Sifting fragments of time, drifting, falling away.
Sense of finality, fate is dawning on me.
What is the purpose of death, live, learn, die then forget?
Feel I'm lying awake, only sleep when I'm dead.
Lost to memory, final reality.
Compressed memories.
I'm temporary, unable to contain.
Like Epsilon, my finality is pointing out the way.
What have I learned?
What will I forget?
Monumental rhythm of life is pounding out the beat of the dead,
but might it all end, without a meaning?
Lost to memory, final reality.
Speed Of Life
Each day grows quicker as I breathe.
Or is it that every year seems to get shorter?
Racing at the speed of life.
So much to do, so little time.
I don't want to win this race.
Heading swiftly to my grave.
Epidermis showing signs of natural decay from living my life.
No way to slow the hands of time.
Of this I am sure you live, then you die.
From infancy to my old age.
Another day of life.
Another turn of the page.
Racing at the speed of life.
So much to do, so little time.
Heading swiftly to my grave.
Is it only me, is it all in my head?
Rather a fight to ascend than an easy descent.
Do you ever get the feeling you're in some sort of race?
Each day has more to offer, there's just no time to play.
One mine I'm a child, the next I am a man.
I'm starved from the light
I stumble in the dark
Tormented by the things that I am not
Reaching for some meaning to it all
Storming the citadel
I try to breach the walls of Epsilon
Eyes that cannot see
We are to believe
Breaking my will I forge the bond
It brings us back to Epsilon
The moon and sun and I are one
I long to touch the face of God
Raging within me like a tide
A sacred place within my mind
Please take me back unto the time when we were so much closer to divine
Meeting resistance
Close the window to the self
Closing the vision that you're really someone else
Blowing like the wind as it passes through my hands
Longing for the breath of life as it slips away like sand
Try to harness the will and then
False reality rears again
Metaphysical contraband
There are things I can't understand
Breaking my will I forge the bond
It brings it back to Epsilon
The moon and sun and I are one
I long to touch the face of God
Raging within me like a tide, a sacred place within my mind
Please take me back unto the time when we were so much closer to divine
Epsilon
Riding on the waves quantum time
Epsilon
There is no tranquility to find
Epsilon
Reaching for the far beyond
Epsilon
Where we touch the very face of God
Breaking my will I forge the bond
It brings us back to Epsilon
The moon and sun and I are one
I long to touch the face of God
Raging like the ocean tide, the safest place within my mind