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Post by The Dankness on Feb 2, 2006 10:03:14 GMT -8
Did I see that before? If so, did you extend it? I just wrote it last night. If it seems familiar, it's probably just the usual MW silly-ness. |
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Feb 2, 2006 10:04:21 GMT -8
Did I see that before? If so, did you extend it? I just wrote it last night. If it seems familiar, it's probably just the usual MW silly-ness. It certainly has the "Bigough" and "yee" it surely deserves... |
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Post by The Dankness on Feb 2, 2006 10:04:51 GMT -8
I just wrote it last night. If it seems familiar, it's probably just the usual MW silly-ness. It certainly has the "Bigough" and "yee" it surely deserves... Naturally. |
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Feb 8, 2006 0:47:28 GMT -8
Ode To Kierkegaard
Oh, Dasein, get out of bed
Concrete eternity, the footsteps' still wet
That book that your reading
Will withold you the truth
And anything purer?
'nother suicide youth
Sub specie aeterni don't forget yourself
Near-death may jog you free
from your inauthencity
Existing is art
Just don't forget your part
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Post by The Dankness on Feb 8, 2006 7:35:23 GMT -8
I'll probably understand that more once I finish that book you got me.
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Feb 8, 2006 11:06:38 GMT -8
Yeah... that's pretty much a very short summery of Kierkegaard's Concluding Unscientific Postscript.
I can always explain it if anyone is interested.
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Feb 11, 2006 23:23:17 GMT -8
Gravity Shift X
This undercroft is crawling
And I am free, free falling
The spaces inbetween
Sit back and grab the tether
Oh, what a change in weather
The bleeding melted clean
Like protruding out the side
The brain has turned the tide
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Post by Inaaca on Feb 11, 2006 23:27:07 GMT -8
Man, once I hit that second line a certain song permeated my thoughts.
And I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeee.... Freeeefaallin'...
That's probably the only line I know.
Yeah...
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Feb 11, 2006 23:30:47 GMT -8
Yep... Petty reference.
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Feb 12, 2006 19:36:33 GMT -8
Fish in the sea
Star in the sky
Hard to catch
Hard to reach
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Post by The Dankness on Feb 12, 2006 20:07:59 GMT -8
Fish in the sea Star in the sky Hard to catch Hard to reach Amen to that. |
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Post by Inaaca on Feb 12, 2006 22:05:54 GMT -8
Damn fish...
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Feb 12, 2006 22:29:05 GMT -8
The best way to catch a fish is to stick a hook through its mouth.
This and many more tips in "A Sadomasochist Guide To Dating."
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Post by Kuat on Feb 12, 2006 23:17:23 GMT -8
Fish in the sea Star in the sky Hard to catch Hard to reach Heh, that one's pretty good. The best way to catch a fish is to stick a hook through its mouth. This and many more tips in "A Sadomasochist Guide To Dating." I lol'ed. |
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Feb 13, 2006 15:40:00 GMT -8
Fish in the sea Star in the sky Hard to catch Hard to reach Heh, that one's pretty good. The best way to catch a fish is to stick a hook through its mouth. This and many more tips in "A Sadomasochist Guide To Dating." I lol'ed. Yeah, genius comes in many forms, i.e. serial killers...and for that matter Patrick is a potential practiioner, as Mrs. Doyle once eloquently put it. |
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Post by You probably can't touch this. on Feb 13, 2006 15:42:25 GMT -8
Apparently sleeping in the exposed bowels of another violates some social norm... go figure.
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Feb 13, 2006 16:02:58 GMT -8
Apparently sleeping in the exposed bowels of another violates some social norm... go figure. Heh, awesome... |
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Feb 14, 2006 19:27:26 GMT -8
Die young, soul everlasting
Life eternal, spirit ending
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Post by jroseemi on Feb 19, 2006 11:32:11 GMT -8
Okay... I'll try to get more active and involve myself. I just hope you aren't looking strictly for humorous stories/poetry, because my work (while it may have jokes in it somewhere) is usually pretty serious... Either way, here's a poem I did recently. The Porcelain Girl
She sits silently in her dress of blue and gold
Her white hands resting in her lap
She keeps watch at the window
The scenes reflecting in her glass eyes
She was once a great beauty
Every inch a perfect mold
Her eyes as blue as ice
With lips like red rose petals
Her black hair of silk
Had been held up in an elaborate bun
Her skin was white and smooth
But now she sits all alone
Her eyes dulled by a layer of dust
Her silk hair is torn out and disheveled
Framing her sad, beautiful face
Her white skin has cracked
From years of abuse
Her dress is torn and her hand broken
A line of dust in the cracks that look like blood
People look at her as they pass
Whispering rumors and secrets
But she just looks on
Forever set on the windowsill
And she tries not to cry |
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Post by Muramasa on Feb 23, 2006 23:10:12 GMT -8
What The Heck?!: Tales from Heck vol. 325,945,111 and a notch. Passage 23: Gerbal
...in all reality, the city of Heck is actually a series of concentric rings that vacate a valley between two mesas. Within every circle lies a district that proforms a distinct task that benefit the greater good of Heck. Within the outermost circle, lies the shopping and commercial district. Anything related to the purchase of, or the sale of disposable and reusable goods lie within this district, as well as services. If want to buy it, you can find it here.
Because of the nature of the mesas and the location of Heck, this district is actually divided into two districts, an east and west district. The CEOs felt that for the sake of convenience, certain purchasable goods would be seperated between east and west sides based on their "consumer lifespan" which basically is the amount of given time a consumer would make use of a product. So, perisable goods and commodities can be found on the west side, and more permanent goods would be found on the east.
Truly it provides the most ideal situation. Suppose you lived on the eastern side of the third district, and needed to buy a vacuum cleaner. All you would have to do is drive through the Vulcan gates into the second district, and then take a train to the first. Of course, one could simply walk to the Vacuum retailers, but one would have to get through the train station, and our engineers need jobs. Of course, when you finally arrive at the retail store, you find out that there are no bags. Why? Because all the bags are on the west side of course. So, you'd have to take train to the west side of Heck (a 15 hour trip: 5 hours due to it stopping for other passengers, 3 hours for sight-seeing, 3 hours to return back to the original station for repairs due an engine malfuction caused by that stop near the smog plants, and 4 hours because the engineers need to take their 15 minute breaks too). Of course, the train is only one way, so you'd have to rent a car back to your home, which bills you by the mile, which is great because the roads prefer to wind unnecesarily.
In the end this grand chain helps feed the selfsustaining economy that Heck bets all it's chips on. It is a cycle that is super-resistant to any outside interference. Competitors that operate outside of Heck have no choice but to send their wares through the opposite side.
Let's talk about the second district...
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