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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 8:46 am
by schuette
Although I dont really say it.. I like reading your mad crazy thoughts
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 9:04 am
by Yestermorrow
Schu, I think Me is the master of Impressionist Art -- only jpainted with words. I never know what he is saying, but I really like the pictures that spring into my mind when I read it!
Vased flowers, bubbles and carrousel ponies running free are nice background for the dull numbers I'm supposed to be juggling instead of hanging out here.
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 4:59 pm
by Me
Ghost
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 5:38 pm
by Me
Ghost
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 5:41 pm
by Xanadu
How Wordly of you.
Crunchy Words with their grit clogging every volcano huge zits on the face of the earth. Forests shaved down to bare skin scabbed over with pavement. Swarms of self serving termites building mounds no where to spread. Equilibrium is fragile strings are cut kinetic effect snaping more strings and cuting holes to be burried in. Domesticated sloths hang from scafold governments not knowing their peril....their shit falls on the children below them...
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 6:07 pm
by Yestermorrow
Me wrote:The walls have eyes and the lamps listen
Ween
contributed to pushing littles daisies and making them come up.
Smack dab in the middle of a situation overlooked by fools.
Tables turned lessons learned, you get burned for playing by the rules.
Time is lost, thats the cost. Oh brother you get shit on in the end.
Save for a dollar you'll die sorry learning insane lessons once again.
Oh the going gets tough from the get-go. Go man go oh brother not another mother fucker gotta go now.
Right dude?
Repeat
Repeat
Isn't that right Gina Kelly?
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat
Smack dab in the middle of a situation overlooked by fools.
Tables turned lessons learned, you get burned for playing by the rules.
Time is lost, thats the cost. Oh brother you get shit on in the end.
Save for a dollar you'll die sorry learning insane lessons once again.
Check that shit at the door and ask for tickets!
I got enough food upon my door don't give me anymore of your fucked up shit...
You treated us bad...perhaps this should of been kept in your music box of ugly word thoughts?
Just goes to prove life is made of all those things you didn't expect. Wise enough to win the world and fool enough to lose it set a poor example. Walls don't have eyes and lamps don't listen if once one pulled a thorn from a lion's paw and the gnome gave one his blessing. Pulling his beard he said, "have a good life and don't look back."
Can I have tickets? You said to ask. Oh.. and can I have a garden and lots of vases of flowers?
I'm not singing the blues. Strangest of paths took me exactly where I wanted to go. Oddly as oz... I can't see another path that could have taken me there. And I never knew I was on the path at all...
Do you believe in fortune telling? I just opened a piece of dark chocolate a little Dove nugget like they place on ones pillow in nice hotels, and inside was the epithet: It's the anticipation that makes the pleasure.
(Waving! Hello Gina Kelly! There's a lot to be said for a name to believe in.)
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 6:16 pm
by Yestermorrow
Me wrote:Alleys of thunderous nightmares of pig intestines wrapped around chicken heart thoughts.
STAY AWAY FROM SCHU'S HAGGIS RECIPE!!! Roast beef for dinner at my house. Talents come in many kinds and all are exactly right.
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 6:28 pm
by Xanadu
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 6:56 pm
by Me
Ghost
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 7:00 pm
by Yestermorrow
Oh, yeah! Intestines and chicken hearts... throw in an onion and some oats, wrap it in a sheep's stomach and cook it for 3 hours or three days and you've got haggis!!!!
(Other than that one little peccadillo, Schu seems to be an altogether admirable person.)
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 7:05 pm
by Yestermorrow
Me wrote:mold of cheese storys catching time turtles and burnt ambers of hatchback creeks toads of bark lightning bugs compost piles pompus ass
If one were to adhear to one's writing class instructor to keep the prose tight, one might interperet that to mean: His ass is grass... let's party!
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 7:27 pm
by Me
Ghost
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 7:38 pm
by Yestermorrow
Me wrote:Yestermorrow wrote:Me wrote:mold of cheese storys catching time turtles and burnt ambers of hatchback creeks toads of bark lightning bugs compost piles pompus ass
If one were to adhear to one's writing class instructor to keep the prose tight, one might interperet that to mean: His ass is grass... let's party!
LMAO
skipping steps of your mind thoughts keep up with this riddle of perception of reading between the price of your psych... I'll do the best my mind breeds worms waiting for your chances emotional destiny shoes of souls skulls of hate sugars spice desert scropians stars sparkel spitting dragons fire
What is it you think that I think... instructing ones own mind...
Of course she was a dufus... she knew a lot more about creative writing than she did real life! Take no offense that I think she was a he and leaving that class was partytime!
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 7:38 pm
by Mr. Potatoe Head
Me wrote:Yestermorrow wrote:Me wrote:mold of cheese storys catching time turtles and burnt ambers of hatchback creeks toads of bark lightning bugs compost piles pompus ass
If one were to adhear to one's writing class instructor to keep the prose tight, one might interperet that to mean: His ass is grass... let's party!
LMAO
skipping steps of your mind thoughts with a riddle of perception for the price of your psych... I'll do the best my mind breeds worms waiting for your chances emotional destiny shoes of souls skulls of hate sugars spice desert scropians stars sparkel spitting dragons fire
Greeting cards of our minds
My ears hurt
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 7:42 pm
by Yestermorrow
I thought you were a potatoe, not corn? Ears?