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Free Write! 3
#14165116 - 03/22/11 03:01 PM (12 years, 10 months ago) |
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I used to be god, but i got hit by a car as i was crossing the road. I lay there bleeding and shaking, surrounded by glass. The glare of the headlights reminds me of home.
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I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship....
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-------------------- Well I try my best to be just like I am, but everybody wants you to be just like them. -- Bob Dylan  fireworks_god said:It's one thing to simply enjoy a style of life that one enjoys, but it's another thing altogether to refer to another person's choice as "wrong" or to rationalize their behavior as being pathological or resulting from some sort of inadequacy or failing so as to create a sense of superiority or separation as yet another projection of a personal fear or control issue.
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Re: Free Write! [Re: Poid]
#14165131 - 03/22/11 03:04 PM (12 years, 10 months ago) |
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poor form.
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I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship....
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Re: Free Write! [Re: Poid] 1
#14165169 - 03/22/11 03:10 PM (12 years, 10 months ago) |
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home is where the art is. i used to see only desolate cityscapes flashing across the flatlands of my mind. sometimes my mind is a fly over state, nothing but dead rows of corn and sadly weeping wheat as far as the eye can see.
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"We are all intoxicated. We were born into an insane asylum, a world crazy-making. We believe what we see and hear. The real myth is the myth of sanity, of rationality: it's a disease that is eating away at the earth. All the poisons flow from our denial. We deny madness, we forget our crimes, we dismember the corpse, we imprison our children. We need poison to poison the poison, to remember the sacred nature of intoxication, the green body of the young god." ~ Dale Pendell
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There's nothing left. Graph paper streets lined with sorrows. Shadows hold unspeakable acts only those that reside could fathom. Once more I refrain, there's nothing left for me.
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gerryjarcia said: home is where the art is. i used to see only desolate cityscapes flashing across the flatlands of my mind. sometimes my mind is a fly over state, nothing but dead rows of corn and sadly weeping wheat as far as the eye can see.
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I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship....
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the mind of the man where i saw the world was a needle point in time. experience is of being; the universe is being. feel the stream with in the void and realize they are the same.
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yeah, i really like that one too.
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Olympus Mons said:
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gerryjarcia said: home is where the art is. i used to see only desolate cityscapes flashing across the flatlands of my mind. sometimes my mind is a fly over state, nothing but dead rows of corn and sadly weeping wheat as far as the eye can see.

oh shit, you just had your 5,000th post! fuck yeah!!!!
it's a toast to posts
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"We are all intoxicated. We were born into an insane asylum, a world crazy-making. We believe what we see and hear. The real myth is the myth of sanity, of rationality: it's a disease that is eating away at the earth. All the poisons flow from our denial. We deny madness, we forget our crimes, we dismember the corpse, we imprison our children. We need poison to poison the poison, to remember the sacred nature of intoxication, the green body of the young god." ~ Dale Pendell
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MOOOOOOOOOOOOAR
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I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship....
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Violet meadows and somniferous breeze. Cyclone leaves whistle like crimson song. Cotton clouds and china sky, impaled by light and shadow alike.
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Outward Agitation is the sign of inner instability
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gerryjarcia
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ellenallien said: Outward Agitation is the sign of inner instability 
this is also true of washing machines.
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"We are all intoxicated. We were born into an insane asylum, a world crazy-making. We believe what we see and hear. The real myth is the myth of sanity, of rationality: it's a disease that is eating away at the earth. All the poisons flow from our denial. We deny madness, we forget our crimes, we dismember the corpse, we imprison our children. We need poison to poison the poison, to remember the sacred nature of intoxication, the green body of the young god." ~ Dale Pendell
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dont make someone a priority in your life, when your just an option in theirs
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Imagine the anxieties of a ship sinking into the sea,
it's desolate screams heard by none.
-------------------- koods said: Young male going by the name "Bassfreak" entered Worcester General complaining of a sharp pain in his buttock region after attending EDM event. Attending physician considered a possible diagnosis of acute rave anus, but upon further investigation it was determined there was nothing cute about patient's anus. Life-long trip report
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Re: Free Write! [Re: pfxtc]
#14166041 - 03/22/11 05:42 PM (12 years, 10 months ago) |
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Somewhere in the mind's eye is the truth of self. The truth of interconnectedness of the energy's of the space and the time. All is one. One is everything, all there is.
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Re: Free Write! [Re: pfxtc]
#14166048 - 03/22/11 05:43 PM (12 years, 10 months ago) |
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Check the noise while the heart is still bumping and realize that being fluid like water is a walk in the park.
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Re: Free Write! [Re: pfxtc]
#14166055 - 03/22/11 05:43 PM (12 years, 10 months ago) |
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pfxtc said: Imagine the anxieties of a ship sinking into the sea,
it's desolate screams heard by none.
now that's good shit.
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pfxtc
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Olympus Mons said:
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pfxtc said: Imagine the anxieties of a ship sinking into the sea,
it's desolate screams heard by none.
now that's good shit.

Thanks so much.
It's part of a little story I've been writing, here's a little excerpt if you dare 
So I called an inanimate object a cocksucker this morning. The little bastard took a dive bomb out of my pocket. It was quite disheartening, but I picked it up and the world was at peace. But really though, what’s so strange about talking to inanimate objects? What really makes them inanimate anyway? Maybe it’s because they don’t pay taxes, but if that’s the case, half the world’s population could be considered inanimate. In this case, I’d say that half of the objects we usually consider to be inanimate are more useful then the people that roam this Earth. A chair is a chair is a chair. My keys don’t have a drug problem. My bed is never late on a mortgage. I have a drug problem. I’m late on my mortgage. I am inanimate.
The sun rises on any day, or doesn’t. It seems to all depend on the clouds. For five days of the week I am responsible, and I live for the other two. I often hear life is too short, but the fact of the matter is that my life is just long enough, but five sevenths, or ten fourteenths of it, have been stolen from me for a nickel or dime. One says that he works Monday thru Friday, but what really qualifies as a Monday or a Friday? It seems the blinds have been forced over our eyes. The alarm clock is the 21st century’s slave master. The ringing from the alarm is the cracking of the whip. It seems something is very wrong. I need a cup of coffee. Some pills to ease my nerves. Some drink to stop the pain. Imagine the anxieties of a ship sinking into the sea, its screams desolate. What about the moon in its infancy; it being bombarded by asteroids and shaped into the face we see. A gunshot in the head of a lion, felt on the other side of the world. My drug free keys are pulled out of my pocket. The ignition is penetrated; it is long from being a virgin these days. The engine roars, or tries too.
The masses would deem me as being awake, and I look into their closed eyes with a mocking smile, and my heart bleeds for them. The wind is the only constant. If the clouds control the sun, then the wind controls the clouds. There is no wind in space. There is no space in the wind. If a red lens was placed over our eyes, the sky would appear less blue. The same is true of the sea. It seems as if blinds have been pulled over our eyes. I am like the red storm on Jupiter, a quantified mass of destruction, surrounded by a calm unknown. I was born in a time and place, or so I’m told, not much different from this one here. Worms dig in the mud, children play in a sandbox. The grains of sand on this Earth can be counted; the stars are like sand, although maybe on a bigger scale. I was born into the Universe and the Universe was born into me. Would we exist without each other? Can we exist with together? Who is really in charge anyway?
-------------------- koods said: Young male going by the name "Bassfreak" entered Worcester General complaining of a sharp pain in his buttock region after attending EDM event. Attending physician considered a possible diagnosis of acute rave anus, but upon further investigation it was determined there was nothing cute about patient's anus. Life-long trip report
Edited by pfxtc (03/22/11 05:50 PM)
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