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Original post: DropAndRiver
I am a living phantom,
Billowing my way to you.
I am a changing spirit,
Transcending and falling.
I am a thing that used to be,
Walking through our world unnoticed.
I am a captain of memories,
Sailing a ghost ship to an island of destiny.
I am a being self-created,
Directing my own assembly.
I am a creature of anatomy,
Collapsing like a house of cards.
I am more than what I am,
Showing only one of my cards.
I am a living phantom,
Billowing my way to you.
I am a changing spirit,
Transcending and falling.
I am a thing that used to be,
Walking through our world unnoticed.
I am a captain of memories,
Sailing a ghost ship to an island of destiny.
I am a being self-created,
Directing my own assembly.
I am a creature of anatomy,
Collapsing like a house of cards.
I am more than what I am,
Showing only one of my cards.
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Original post: DropAndRiver
I: If it has not been done, it shall not be spoken of.
II: If a person haveth a skill, the only showing of it shall be in deeds.
III: Lies about personal knowledge or experience are forbidden.
IV: Each emotional reaction is individual and is to be recognized as such.
V: Actions result in equal & opposite reactions, but will not be assigned value.
VI: Truth is subjective, but only honestly presented subjective truths are permitted.
VII: The urge to speak for the sake of another's favor is outlawed.
VIII: Happiness, harmony, and help are the greatest things to give another.
IX: To fish for compliments is to be punished by means of honesty.
X: If it feels right to you, you are to do it. If it feels wrong, refrain.
XI: Do not follow these laws because they are laws.
Stop it already!
Your consciousness cannot be salvaged. God will not tolerate dumpster diving for mystical experiences. If you so dare resist this warning, a danger that cannot be named will be unleashed upon you. If you tell us a false story, your confusion will always grow, and there is not one secret to be found in any order or brotherhood of mystery that can soothe this ever stinging wound. There is no special power, no outward marvel, no strange occurrence, and no normality! All is/n't as it seems to be! No phrase or tale can save you from humanity. Confide only in Zero; do not stray away from the paths charted!
Your consciousness cannot be salvaged. God will not tolerate dumpster diving for mystical experiences. If you so dare resist this warning, a danger that cannot be named will be unleashed upon you. If you tell us a false story, your confusion will always grow, and there is not one secret to be found in any order or brotherhood of mystery that can soothe this ever stinging wound. There is no special power, no outward marvel, no strange occurrence, and no normality! All is/n't as it seems to be! No phrase or tale can save you from humanity. Confide only in Zero; do not stray away from the paths charted!
We hate you!
This is the final dance, and we can see right through you, so don't lie. If you tell us of your Siddhi, we are bound by oath to administer punishment! Don't ask, don't tell, only do! We reserve the right to rip out your third eye and eat it in front of you! You have no business sharing your business unless it is for the good of the business; we want nothing of this theory business. It is mere hypothesis without experimentation. Do before you speak, if you must speak at all! No claims of power, no armchair debates, no acceptance of questionable results, and absolutely no subservient worship of any kind will be permitted! Talking about power isn't cute in the slightest! We hate you for it!
For all intents and purposes!
We, the International Association of the Organization of Man, have put forth these terms by which one may live. They are not mandatory, but they are required. If you fail to fulfill our demands, we will see to it that you harvest only misery. The obstacles of time and identity are irrelevant to our techniques by which we will carry out our duty. Only those good at being good/bad will be spared from the full force of our attacks. Henceforth, all shall submit to these laws or suffer the unimaginable consequences:
I: If it has not been done, it shall not be spoken of.
II: If a person haveth a skill, the only showing of it shall be in deeds.
III: Lies about personal knowledge or experience are forbidden.
IV: Each emotional reaction is individual and is to be recognized as such.
V: Actions result in equal & opposite reactions, but will not be assigned value.
VI: Truth is subjective, but only honestly presented subjective truths are permitted.
VII: The urge to speak for the sake of another's favor is outlawed.
VIII: Happiness, harmony, and help are the greatest things to give another.
IX: To fish for compliments is to be punished by means of honesty.
X: If it feels right to you, you are to do it. If it feels wrong, refrain.
XI: Do not follow these laws because they are laws.
You will know our works when they are done!
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Original post: Rin Daemoko
一 二 五 四、こんいちは!
~ o.O [les poissons] part.two
om一 二 五 四、こんいちは!
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Original post: Netaungrot
Incalculable damage of the beaver visited upon that sure noble viddy packing a stack of ham fists each the length left a lingering scat. And the trees fell and the planets wobbled and the quarks hid from the owls of yesteryear.

Her nostrils flared like jet contrails: a sure noble latitude of the darkroom's wandering rites.
The water flows in the pipes demanding an interval of turbulent zen to satisfy our givens, but our opposable thumbs still grasp.
Chalk it up to eraserhead marks with a swallow's dive and hummingbird's dart. In the tapping of a centrifugal hoarse one can expect spider plants.
Our motility knows ways.
Incalculable damage of the beaver visited upon that sure noble viddy packing a stack of ham fists each the length left a lingering scat. And the trees fell and the planets wobbled and the quarks hid from the owls of yesteryear.

Her nostrils flared like jet contrails: a sure noble latitude of the darkroom's wandering rites.
The water flows in the pipes demanding an interval of turbulent zen to satisfy our givens, but our opposable thumbs still grasp.
Chalk it up to eraserhead marks with a swallow's dive and hummingbird's dart. In the tapping of a centrifugal hoarse one can expect spider plants.
Our motility knows ways.
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Original post: Netaungrot
Incalculable damage of the beaver visited upon that sure noble viddy packing a stack of ham fists each the length left a lingering scat. And the trees fell and the planets wobbled and the quarks hid from the owls of yesteryear.

Incalculable damage of the beaver visited upon that sure noble viddy packing a stack of ham fists each the length left a lingering scat. And the trees fell and the planets wobbled and the quarks hid from the owls of yesteryear.

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Original post: DropAndRiver
I am the miracle
And I'm embarassing me
Osiris Freak~super fly
Dance among the spotlights
We're so well, infatuated
Give me a big one two three
Let's be the feature presentation
The Aeon is now!
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Original post: DropAndRiver
Water as a method of transportation
From what I've heard, she never really thought twice about it; I guess it's just one of those things that are done and not processed. It was curiousity that killed her. I'm sure of it; straight into that puddle. Fell right in and came out the other end, to God Knows Where.
Likewise, curiousity often brings her back.
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The story was so...
One of those things you can just feel deep in your bones like a growing pain. Her mother on the news crying in a fit of fury; a shame, really, all that crying. A puddle of her mother's tears on the floor, and still no Nancy. She doesn't want to come back, that's why I tell you. Everything's all better there; even the air smells like chandan. A little girl's dream, especially such an inquisitive girl. Such a thinker, that one.
Bitch, she ain't dead yet, merely beginning to awake. She wants to listen to you read the stories.
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Word/Birdbath
I was smoking a cigarette at the ass crack of dawn when I saw it all. Little golden hairs. Tons of them. Just a floating on the water in that birdbath, like a wig or something. Then she just started to spring out of it, nightgown and all. Not a drop of water to be found. I saw her look both ways, as if crossing the street, and her gaze was set right on me. Neither of us moved, Nancy and me. Right in the eyes she stared, like fire was about to well out her pupils, and I told her
"You shouldn't get in that birdbath. The water's full of birdshit."
At first, I thought her jaw was trying to break free from her mouth, but it was just her mouth opening like she was made of elastic. Nancy had this little glimmer in her eye, a madwoman's glance as she etched closer to me and began to wail. The screams were so intense I felt them just as much in the ground as I did in my ears. From what I can tell, she was screaming
"The water tells me bedtime stories, but I never sleep. I'm never gonna sleep no more."
Her voice doesn't make sound, only aftershocks.
Everywhere where there's people, there's water.
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Water as a method of transportation
From what I've heard, she never really thought twice about it; I guess it's just one of those things that are done and not processed. It was curiousity that killed her. I'm sure of it; straight into that puddle. Fell right in and came out the other end, to God Knows Where.
Likewise, curiousity often brings her back.
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The story was so...
One of those things you can just feel deep in your bones like a growing pain. Her mother on the news crying in a fit of fury; a shame, really, all that crying. A puddle of her mother's tears on the floor, and still no Nancy. She doesn't want to come back, that's why I tell you. Everything's all better there; even the air smells like chandan. A little girl's dream, especially such an inquisitive girl. Such a thinker, that one.
Bitch, she ain't dead yet, merely beginning to awake. She wants to listen to you read the stories.
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Word/Birdbath
I was smoking a cigarette at the ass crack of dawn when I saw it all. Little golden hairs. Tons of them. Just a floating on the water in that birdbath, like a wig or something. Then she just started to spring out of it, nightgown and all. Not a drop of water to be found. I saw her look both ways, as if crossing the street, and her gaze was set right on me. Neither of us moved, Nancy and me. Right in the eyes she stared, like fire was about to well out her pupils, and I told her
"You shouldn't get in that birdbath. The water's full of birdshit."
At first, I thought her jaw was trying to break free from her mouth, but it was just her mouth opening like she was made of elastic. Nancy had this little glimmer in her eye, a madwoman's glance as she etched closer to me and began to wail. The screams were so intense I felt them just as much in the ground as I did in my ears. From what I can tell, she was screaming
"The water tells me bedtime stories, but I never sleep. I'm never gonna sleep no more."
Her voice doesn't make sound, only aftershocks.
Everywhere where there's people, there's water.
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The ways and means
She'll come out of the water
Only if you tell her a bedtime story.
She hears through all the water in the world,
Her ears pressed to The Veil.
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Original post: DropAndRiver
A million dreams and other things
Like a pile of destiny
The vision has hardly started
As the glass is frozen and then shattered
I have been dreaming for a thousand nights
Gone into a world so full of pleasantry
Negated by that moment of clarity
Enormous in its ability to disappoint
But dreams can be made real all too easily.
A million dreams and other things
Like a pile of destiny
The vision has hardly started
As the glass is frozen and then shattered
I have been dreaming for a thousand nights
Gone into a world so full of pleasantry
Negated by that moment of clarity
Enormous in its ability to disappoint
But dreams can be made real all too easily.
Speaketh the Weatherman:
I shall walk across Styx
For I have citizenship
And a place to call home.
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Original post: jamalgamate
this, THIS, is the thing that makes the baby robin fly.
for tiny tiny tiny mites creeping up my arms and down pink ribbing of my beater... that is not it.
with a wide-eyed lemur begging for someone to please take it seriously, it is not a child despite its huge take-care-of-me eyes... that is not it.
when a deep beckon of trembles pours all over the dining room table... there.
THAT is it...
this, THIS, is the thing that makes the baby robin fly.
for tiny tiny tiny mites creeping up my arms and down pink ribbing of my beater... that is not it.
with a wide-eyed lemur begging for someone to please take it seriously, it is not a child despite its huge take-care-of-me eyes... that is not it.
when a deep beckon of trembles pours all over the dining room table... there.
THAT is it...
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Original post: jamalgamate
even the brittle flower stalk
free of blossoms and browner
until black
yea, even this is valuable.
It reminds us the architecture
of death.
or is that the death
in architecture?
here i lacquer my nails,
preserving them for my soul,
for later,
lest i am toolless.
I wear the cause of extinction
just to channel the exquisite insanity
of specialness.
this is art.
this is the view of our beloved.
this is the thinnest filament thread
barely holding it all together.
even the brittle flower stalk
free of blossoms and browner
until black
yea, even this is valuable.
It reminds us the architecture
of death.
or is that the death
in architecture?
here i lacquer my nails,
preserving them for my soul,
for later,
lest i am toolless.
I wear the cause of extinction
just to channel the exquisite insanity
of specialness.
this is art.
this is the view of our beloved.
this is the thinnest filament thread
barely holding it all together.
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Original post: Soror LVX
Dussle on down here the dawn cold shiver with me
dig there down deeper for the earthworn key she says
mutter the stars and bats ever do know me
my little knife. slices flowers before me see
nothing but eyes and eyes counting back time till tea
will we go crazy says hermes not me.
Dussle on down here the dawn cold shiver with me
dig there down deeper for the earthworn key she says
mutter the stars and bats ever do know me
my little knife. slices flowers before me see
nothing but eyes and eyes counting back time till tea
will we go crazy says hermes not me.
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Original post: Qryztufre
Of course the aswer is
[Quote=Somebody I once met in a grocery store back in 86 that once asked me a question about Life the Universe and Everything that I could not really answer but I listened intently why they asked anyway and I really did my best to give them an honest reply but how can one really answer the ultimate question but anyways this is what the guy had asked so long ago in that checkout line at the grocery store]
Of course the aswer is
[Quote=Somebody I once met in a grocery store back in 86 that once asked me a question about Life the Universe and Everything that I could not really answer but I listened intently why they asked anyway and I really did my best to give them an honest reply but how can one really answer the ultimate question but anyways this is what the guy had asked so long ago in that checkout line at the grocery store]
Why?
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Original post: jamalgamate
The window says it is the chaos that is hard.
The design, that's the easy part.
Easy like a basset hound at the bottom of the pond.
Easy like chinese princesses in the liquor store.
Easy like losing you and finding pugs attatched to a telephone.
A pregnant austrailian walks a large dog, offers cotton duct skirts,
pretty too.
She walks in a golden field,
though not in a blue robe, uniting insects and humans in peace.
Because i am here, you do not need to compliment me.
Ooo, that shakespearean rag,
that stage slick with actors dealing improperly with emotions,
you know it is true.
There is only jazz.
Are you saying you think i need a drummer?
I'm not good enough?
Ella reminds me to remember,
Van asks for dances,
and there is only a hole of knowing how we act towards other people.
when i die,
i want someone to read the emperor of ice cream.
The window says it is the chaos that is hard.
The design, that's the easy part.
Easy like a basset hound at the bottom of the pond.
Easy like chinese princesses in the liquor store.
Easy like losing you and finding pugs attatched to a telephone.
A pregnant austrailian walks a large dog, offers cotton duct skirts,
pretty too.
She walks in a golden field,
though not in a blue robe, uniting insects and humans in peace.
Because i am here, you do not need to compliment me.
Ooo, that shakespearean rag,
that stage slick with actors dealing improperly with emotions,
you know it is true.
There is only jazz.
Are you saying you think i need a drummer?
I'm not good enough?
Ella reminds me to remember,
Van asks for dances,
and there is only a hole of knowing how we act towards other people.
when i die,
i want someone to read the emperor of ice cream.
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Original post: jamalgamate
Scrubby oil on the teeth,
lithosphere swished all about.
we don't want to do our work.
We want China, or china or merely
bulls in the shop.
I have a familiar creek
beneath my waist.
One I do not see, despite your protests.
All flesh is essentially soil nutrients.
All blood pumping pushes me to your swollen chest.
All soil, with bacteria aide, and especially mountains live for you.
Scrubby oil on the teeth,
lithosphere swished all about.
we don't want to do our work.
We want China, or china or merely
bulls in the shop.
I have a familiar creek
beneath my waist.
One I do not see, despite your protests.
All flesh is essentially soil nutrients.
All blood pumping pushes me to your swollen chest.
All soil, with bacteria aide, and especially mountains live for you.
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Original post: Netaungrot
Human â??Dominanceâ?Â
Human â??Dominanceâ?Â
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Original post: Qryztufre
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Life in a box is better then no life at all...
Here I lie
My life wasted no more
Now I die
I couldn't tell before
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Life in a box is better then no life at all...

...I suppose.
Maybe I coulda been a rockstar
Maybe I coulda been in movies
Maybe I coulda been something
Maybe I coulda been me
As I traveled through life like a zombie
Nothing and no one cared a lick about me or mine
As I journeyed through each day like the one before
Every new experience was just like the last time
People used to watch me, always talking behind my back
Saying things that should have never been spoken
But were said anyway and it was always about me
So I lived and died with my heart broken
Afraid, alone, and knowing they were always watching
Its no wonder things are no different now
Because even within this box I can still feel them
Staring,
talking,
pointing,
laughing,
And always at my expense
My compliments to the Shaun of the Dead cover creators...
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Original post: Krad
Diving through concrete, I find a glowing black key. Having perceptive fish didn't pay of.... Again!
Diving through concrete, I find a glowing black key. Having perceptive fish didn't pay of.... Again!
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Original post: Soror LVX
Quick swish Astarte balance the Guns and the disks spilling words if you wish.
SLide z over the rose but not there to listen, the message like bread leaves it's trail........
Quick swish Astarte balance the Guns and the disks spilling words if you wish.
SLide z over the rose but not there to listen, the message like bread leaves it's trail........
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Original post: hayabusa
Few problems in life cannot be fixed by sporadically shitting your pants. Works every damn time.
Few problems in life cannot be fixed by sporadically shitting your pants. Works every damn time.
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Original post: Arresta
Always walking never stopping looking laughing loving swopping, tickling cooking chopping!
Always walking never stopping looking laughing loving swopping, tickling cooking chopping!
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Original post: SisterDreamsnake
Who let the techgnomes out of the doghouse?
they've eaten all the roses and now my house is a tasty target.
sack the spiders with a light saber or the tigers will get loose and destroy corporate america.
HELP!! HELLPPPPPPP??????
I've fallen into a pile of cat fur and my feet are stuck in a big wad of gum.
Who let the techgnomes out of the doghouse?
they've eaten all the roses and now my house is a tasty target.
sack the spiders with a light saber or the tigers will get loose and destroy corporate america.
HELP!! HELLPPPPPPP??????
I've fallen into a pile of cat fur and my feet are stuck in a big wad of gum.
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Original post: Qryztufre
My mom came down from michigan a few days ago for a week long visit. One of her friend's daughters is getting married over in Dayton so she hitched a ride...this I guess is a win/win situation...well, everyone wins but me, cuz my mom is down here *falls over laughing at his own joke*
She is sleeping on a day bed...which I guess is rather odd cuz she is sleeping on it at night...but I guess, like most thing, it has more then one use.
We went up to the mountains and it was fun, she took a picture of me, but not to be out done, I took a picture of her!
She'll be here till tuesday, and will get back to Michigan sometime wednesday...she'll call me when she gets there to let me know she is safe.
Bless her heart XD
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My mom came down from michigan a few days ago for a week long visit. One of her friend's daughters is getting married over in Dayton so she hitched a ride...this I guess is a win/win situation...well, everyone wins but me, cuz my mom is down here *falls over laughing at his own joke*
She is sleeping on a day bed...which I guess is rather odd cuz she is sleeping on it at night...but I guess, like most thing, it has more then one use.
We went up to the mountains and it was fun, she took a picture of me, but not to be out done, I took a picture of her!

She'll be here till tuesday, and will get back to Michigan sometime wednesday...she'll call me when she gets there to let me know she is safe.
Bless her heart XD
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Original post: SisterDreamsnake
mama madness i presume?
what am i thinking??!?!? i seem to have a watermellon where my brain used to be.
something tells me my body's not in kansas anymore.
DAMN!!! no more free lunch for me; guess i'll have to dig another one out of the graveyard again!
oh... so sorry... was that leg bone yours... not anymore
mama madness i presume?
what am i thinking??!?!? i seem to have a watermellon where my brain used to be.
something tells me my body's not in kansas anymore.
DAMN!!! no more free lunch for me; guess i'll have to dig another one out of the graveyard again!
oh... so sorry... was that leg bone yours... not anymore