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Post by DigitalDwarf on Jul 10, 2006 0:45:55 GMT -5
I saw a man. I said I saw a man. He had lymph node eyes and a decrepit brow to mask his fecal implanting culture. A descriptive onslaught of heliotropes that reached towards the Golden ember embrace. I was there with a man. The man with a thousands words. Stories flew to the walls of a sluggish lanyard. He found me there. Broken windows caused a gleam of hope as his sluggard appearance approached the pessimistic embrace.
The shadow of the beast locked onto the wall as if it were a matador slowly descending onto his prey:
Soy la araña. Lo busco para debajo eliminados de terraplenes. El apretón de la muerte de un miembro unido para la progresión de ciudadelas. ¿Él me encontrará aquí?
The wells were tapped and eventually drained as they searched for the amber elixir that held their precious tongues. An eerie bedfellow the star makes as it crumpled to the sea of loneliness. And the bull charged a million lines that it could not fornicate into any submission. He said I would find him there.
An interview of vultures leeching upon their victim as if to say the words that no one knows. No one handles. The proper documents to void the valid essentials. We find the words to destroy anything that walks into these parabolic syllables. A feeble soup dish of pickle implants searching through the system of cataclysmic events. The ring bearer brings with him a bus boy glance as he emerges from the dark depths of the swallowed decrepit heart. LOOK!
He sees into the darkness of variance. Crippled temper tantrums rang throughout the bedroom as you passed upon the floor with bruised elbows and cut up knees. The tissue of a heart unbalanced by the nature of what is not understood feel to the concrete. The suicidal transgressions of the man laughed (HAHAHAHAHA) as he pulled the shagged rope around his limp neck.
The crows cheered because they knew the hawk would soon perish. Rows of unmasked characters lined across another in a zig-zag mirage.
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Post by DigitalDwarf on Jul 10, 2006 22:27:34 GMT -5
The Fresh impact of the river rising soon drowned the lemmings as they failed to make a reaching grasp upon the ledge of eternity. And I looked at his short sty as he slowly smiled and said you will face a death that aligns your heart and mind. The laughter of a thousand pigs squealed as they tried to reach with outstretched arms into the mud that cleansed their broken mold. An ameba glance stole the provocateur’s ideals of land occupation and contamination. The water grew salty with rational ideals and pockmarked provisions. And then he appeared. As he had previously foreshadowed, a darkened mask with full figure fatigues that strike the terror into hearts of a dying nation.
Let us rest here the women cried as they veiled their face from the approach of the darkened horseman. Let us ride into the night and never look back at the shamed world we have CREATED. The home schooled sickness of brats was allowed to take over the world as if they were nutcrackers in a holiday parade.
I should have gone home, yet I remained to tickle my cummerbund behavior. The operator had failed to claim any transmissions that leaked into the orbit of Saturn’s rings. We jetlagged our poisoned halberds and walked into the sunset of the setting moon. She had bought me a burden that I could not afford. She and I were locked at the wrist as if to say we could never be turned away from Salem’s lot. As quickly as he appeared, the man vanished into a patch of fog and left the children with open mouths yearning for more taste of the flesh. I was spiritually bankrupt as I stepped into the mist and lost track of her soft embrace. The rider moved steadily ahead of me as we both descended into the dark depths of my jagged soul. Pass cankered membranes and cancerous cells we flew until no visible light graced our missing craniums.
In the outskirts of the body, the moon’s pale tongue lapped at the cool damp grass. I stood their as a zombie fighting off the demons that crouched in the pit of my heart. My soul chased the horseman as he spread his tangled disease across my inner spirit. We all have our own demons he snarled as galloped his steed into my quaking sanctums.
ENTER CROW QUOTE
I felt the warm touch of a reaching wretch lurch me from my inner struggle. It was her. Dark waving locks of citrus rainbowed eyes. My reflection peered back at me in the mirror of her iris. Saints and thieves could not part our burning hearts as two became one. A bow drug across the string of a screeching violin as if a calf were being brought to the slaughter. The burn caught my stomach as the brightness caught my eye. I awoke with a fury of a thousand roman soldiers as spotted the dark sinister puddle on the earth. The darkness had swallowed up my unicorn.
A pale pressure cooker of my own love and lust would remain in her stead forever. We walked those lines a million times. Horse shoe patterns across the sea of silt and swallows.
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Post by soniktruth on Jul 11, 2006 13:07:09 GMT -5
wow
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Post by DigitalDwarf on Jul 11, 2006 13:16:58 GMT -5
I would search for her across the ends of the earth. Oh, how I became a pirate of the stars. They united that night into a heartfelt hold. In a desolate world such as this the weak are the only members that can be spared the rudimentary depths of darkness and deceit. Instead of taking broken sabbatical tenures, the crow took the wave of devotion. A mysterious pasture of hopes and dreams planted into a field of sorrow and shame rotted against the wind of aneurisms and self loathing.
I had evaporated all supplementary alternatives. To reach the fair skinned maiden, I would need to cross into the blackened heart and passed the bitter catacombs of the fermenting disease.
A fortnight passed and my body trembled like Mt. Vesuvius for a lap of the pail frail syrup. Would I find the answers that I sought? Like a dog, I trembled at the mere site of the devils urine. Wishing to take one last sluggard of the fiery water. I began to read the brail in my own body. Waves of wrinkles and folds pointed to the answer. What had become of her?
In the broken door of my mind in which I had condemned I would surely find the answer. Tearing off boards and yellow tape, I peeled away the force field like barrier that barred my inner emotions.
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Post by DigitalDwarf on Jul 16, 2006 0:35:31 GMT -5
I passed the vicious carnivores of the green badges and felt the sharp pokes of their backstabbing needles pierce my soft hide. Tip toed tears in the scar tissue was where I found the roots of my addiction to the black tar tap water. Xela and Issej had wrapped their tapping tentacles around my God given pacemaker and had lurched out the batteries. Was this the cause to my catastrophe?
A simple suture summarized the wound into a cauterized memory. The putrid puss of the platonic passageway into my beating box had not yet healed. That is where I saw the alter. The horseman raised up his glass container and laughed in scorn at my fallen angel. Her wings had been plucked from her pale body. Soot showered her forehead in some sort of archaic symbol of the disease. I challenged the figure to follow my footsteps into the light. To cleanse my soul and seal my heart.
His cackling caress filmed my graveyard of a soul and he retorted these words: “you shall never have what you want, only what you need. These are the pleasures of such greed. Steps to follow, are curses to fall. She changed your heart, but left it all. You shall never have what you desire. Leave this hole a burning fire. The smoke will rise and the ash will dust. As time goes by your dreams will rust. You can never obtain that which is not yours, so seal it up again with all its soars. Never look back on what you lost. These are the prices of a heartfelt cost.” With those words my angel’s last breath was spent and the horseman sealed up the tomb with his hell-bent cement. I feel him inside as his culture of hate still grows. We are as one, forevermore.
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Post by soniktruth on Jul 19, 2006 0:45:28 GMT -5
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Post by brian on Jul 19, 2006 8:09:24 GMT -5
this thread is cool
EVERYBODY SHUTUP AND LISTEN
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Post by DigitalDwarf on Jul 20, 2006 0:05:32 GMT -5
The name I have given to the chick I want
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Post by DigitalDwarf on Jul 20, 2006 0:10:00 GMT -5
she is the heroine/victim of the story....any takers in trying to Interpret the meaning behind it?
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Post by Bradley on Jul 21, 2006 20:04:31 GMT -5
i'll do it tomorrow. I'm too hot right now. Sweatin like a cunt.
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Post by Castro on Jul 22, 2006 15:07:26 GMT -5
DITTO
england is a giant barbeque, and we're the chipolatas being cooked
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Post by brian on Jul 23, 2006 4:24:27 GMT -5
...spanish? fuckin gg theres no way i can decypher that
it SOUNDS cool though, but yeah no way
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Post by DigitalDwarf on Jul 23, 2006 11:06:52 GMT -5
lol, it's probably not even legit....I used a translater to convert english to spanish....but this is what the lines of spanish are supposed to translate to.........
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Post by soniktruth on Jul 23, 2006 14:19:39 GMT -5
DITTO england is a giant barbeque, and we're the chipolatas being cooked it's fookin hot everywhere. it's 112 degrees in fresno. greenhouse effect in effect!!! |
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Post by soniktruth on Jul 23, 2006 14:21:49 GMT -5
you writing style is part atd-i part mars volta, sorry but this is true.....very awesome analogies. i'm very impressed
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Post by soniktruth on Jul 23, 2006 14:53:29 GMT -5
DITTO england is a giant barbeque, and we're the chipolatas being cooked it's fookin hot everywhere. it's 112 degrees in fresno. greenhouse effect in effect!!! did i mention, last night there was a power outage for 3 hours...yes, in 100 degree weather |
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Post by DigitalDwarf on Jul 23, 2006 23:13:24 GMT -5
I lost power for 2 days, PA.....with a temp of about 90, but humidity probably raised it to around 100....it was shitty...we had 80 mph winds in michigan that knocked a shit load of trees down.....and yes, I agree...it is very ATD-I/TMV... why are you sorry about that?
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