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Hi just me
Join Date: Mar 2008
Location: Australia
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The skies opened up
there was hell all around but you fell through it into my arms I looked at you I was amazed something so beautiful Out of all this rage You searched my face I smiled at you You seemed to listen as I said "I love you"
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#287 |
Hi just me
Join Date: Mar 2008
Location: Australia
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To cock up big time
is all the rage No responsibility in this golden age
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We have to go back, Kate!
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Yorkshire
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We have to go back, Kate!
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Yorkshire
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Okay, very spontaneous....so rhythm and metre leave something to be desired:P
Sometimes, the day dawns bright and shining with possibilities, The sun drips through the trees, and all is light with life and dreams. Those days, keep my soul from grief, keep me from slipping underneath the weight of some other day’s sorrow. And then I wake in time to see, Another human being flee The news is all awash with grim and supple suffering Sometimes, the day dawns barely at all. And all the clouds I see are mine, And I am caught in time’s cruel thrall, Seeking something more divine And then I sleep and am revealed In my dreams the truth unpeeled, My own vision of the truth Will never see the morning. |
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Deity of Dogs
Join Date: Jan 2008
Location: Austin, TX
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I quite like that one. I'm having One Of Those Days myself (the barely dawning kind).
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#291 |
Snowflake
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Dystopia
Posts: 13,136
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Sung (under your breath) to the tune of an advertising jingle:
:::spell out the admin password to a server::: Like: "1, 2, 3, 4, A, B, C! For the tangy zip of..." :::try to pronounce the hostname of the server::: __________________ It was better when it was spontaneous. Please don't post your own examples of this.
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****************** There's a level of facility that everyone needs to accomplish, and from there it's a matter of deciding for yourself how important ultra-facility is to your expression. ... I found, like Joseph Campbell said, if you just follow whatever gives you a little joy or excitement or awe, then you're on the right track. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Terry Bozzio |
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#292 |
Professor
Join Date: Dec 2006
Posts: 1,555
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routine
6 pm, just got home pet, walk, feed the dog a bone bread, butter, ham and cheese grab the ketchup, give it a squeeze do your dishes, clean the table sit on the couch, turn on cable rest your eyes, fall asleep dream of things you wish to eat wake up at 9, find the clicker turn it off, unzip your zipper change your clothes, turn off the light your routine for every night kiss the kids, ask the wife she says no, that's your life |
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Deity of Dogs
Join Date: Jan 2008
Location: Austin, TX
Posts: 114
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When the day’s long hours
Fall to ruin, fall to ash, And the sky spits purple ‘Cross the night so vast, A light can be seen On the ridge above the hills; Thin and empty, rusting, Tall and dark and still The sun never touches Where his wild garden grows He's there, amidst the riddles Of a stranger's healthy glow Climb the crags until you strike The summit, where he waits. He’ll hold you close, hold you down; He smells of dust, of fate The heart crashes softly; Within his mouth, it shines The sky becomes a void, And loneliness divine They’ll find you there, frozen stiff, Forgotten and alone. They’ll stow the husk beneath the earth While women weep and moan. Yet when the twilight blooms again And grief has had its fill, They’ll see your light, burning bright On the ridge above the hills.
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#294 |
We have to go back, Kate!
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Yorkshire
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wow, salamander that's super.
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#295 |
I can hear my ears
Join Date: Oct 2003
Posts: 25,571
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yeah, right?
i'm totally ghey for giant salamander's poetry. fucking impressive, yo. oh...and, giant salamander: a/s/l?
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Deity of Dogs
Join Date: Jan 2008
Location: Austin, TX
Posts: 114
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Thanks much, ya'll.
a/s/l = 25/male/Austin...so lumberjim, if you're ghey for it, just name the time and the seedy chatroom! (heh)
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I can hear my ears
Join Date: Oct 2003
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ew...not that kind of ghey. the other kind.
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Deity of Dogs
Join Date: Jan 2008
Location: Austin, TX
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No worries; I was definitely being as sarcastic as a turd is ugly.
Though I've never heard the term "ghey" before today. Quote:
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Slattern of the Swail
Join Date: Jul 2004
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The screen door slams
My uncle cringes--he's not used to children We fly out in our swimsuits Fishes, flowers, bath towels- The wooden float beckons, the Water glistens and We dive from dock's end, swimming Towards paradise, the liquid lake
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic. "Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her. —James Barrie Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum |
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Slattern of the Swail
Join Date: Jul 2004
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I cannot write, Patterns repeating
and Not Good. No good and no good luck. Now I'm Leda, raped by that bite-y bird without Helen and Clytemnestra to show for it. Instead, I walk, the blood welling It runs down these heavy, unsteady legs Who is he? Who is he to tell me this? They don't know: I need a respite. My soul, sick and thin, barely alive Sputtering, like my rusty Volkswagon No good, no good luck If i could just get the engine of my body to turn over I'd set out for some Rescue Mission I'd smash the bite-y bird into black pulp and there He will have no good and no good luck.
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic. "Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her. —James Barrie Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum |
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