Indie's Inanities
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Monumental Proportions
TNPer
That just may be a disappointment compared to what she wants there mate.
syber rad
TNPer
shes getting that for Xmas
syber rad
TNPer
i gotta have tanned shoulders my christmas now? oh man, how am i gonna do that when spore has just been released?
maybe if i get a really long extension cord, i could move the pc outside. and that would be the nerdiest thing ever. sitting in the backyard playing spore shirtless so that i could have a respectable tan for my internet girlfriend.
and THAT is why i work at EB
maybe if i get a really long extension cord, i could move the pc outside. and that would be the nerdiest thing ever. sitting in the backyard playing spore shirtless so that i could have a respectable tan for my internet girlfriend.
and THAT is why i work at EB
Feh, you wouldn't want some sweaty farty bloke hoggin' all the sheets anyways. Not that I would know. The man bit I mean...er...*runs*I know, right? Expecting guys to have a sense of humor, not be douchebags, and have a personality of their own that fits with mine AND a decent pair of shoulders?
Damn, I'm petty. How do I sleep at night?
Oh, that's right...alone.
Check you emails, me darlin'!
syber rad
TNPer
ouch, its just as hard for me getting to sleep as well missie. especially now that its getting all cold at night. and you know i'd help you relieve your sleep troubles if it werent for the massive freakin ocean in the way.I know, right? Expecting guys to have a sense of humor, not be douchebags, and have a personality of their own that fits with mine AND a decent pair of shoulders?
Damn, I'm petty. How do I sleep at night?
Oh, that's right...alone.
and Syd's right, I'm a massive sheet hog, could be trouble for you.
let them talk
there is a non-occurrence
taking place
over the horizon, which is
also imaginary.
the dawn is quiet again, she
wakes lax, enchanted
shines on about her mist, her
mister night.
glory making golden
the wetness he left.
morning -
they do this every day.
not that she never loses the light.
wind, rain have come
and stayed. but
they always go,
you know.
meteorology is the science
of a passionate woman
shifting the tides inadvertently,
in innocent surges.
she apologizes,
there is no guarantee of
prediction.
we are
under the mercy of
a lover's sky. lay
back voyeur,
you will lose your breath in
a glimpse of their time
well spent and astronomy, you'll
see stars.
this night amazes
his morning, i whisper
we are not to discuss
it, like a miracle.
don't act like it is anything,
forget that it is
everything
and nothing
it will be.
let them talk, he whispers,
they can only go on
about the weather.
IGEdit: typoes.
and some syntaxual, punctuatory editification.
there is a non-occurrence
taking place
over the horizon, which is
also imaginary.
the dawn is quiet again, she
wakes lax, enchanted
shines on about her mist, her
mister night.
glory making golden
the wetness he left.
morning -
they do this every day.
not that she never loses the light.
wind, rain have come
and stayed. but
they always go,
you know.
meteorology is the science
of a passionate woman
shifting the tides inadvertently,
in innocent surges.
she apologizes,
there is no guarantee of
prediction.
we are
under the mercy of
a lover's sky. lay
back voyeur,
you will lose your breath in
a glimpse of their time
well spent and astronomy, you'll
see stars.
this night amazes
his morning, i whisper
we are not to discuss
it, like a miracle.
don't act like it is anything,
forget that it is
everything
and nothing
it will be.
let them talk, he whispers,
they can only go on
about the weather.
IGEdit: typoes.
and some syntaxual, punctuatory editification.
syber rad
TNPer
thats cool, so long as thats the only thing you are kicking off in the middle of the nightI know. I'm so glad you get my sarcastic sense of humor.
Whatever, hog all the blankets you want. I kick mine off in the middle of the night.
Scrawled this out while pondering the things people give up sometimes...
sacrifice
nobody will tell you
Jesus was angry. cause he
was too goddamn solid to say so
ifuckingwentanddiedforyall - you'll never
hear it, not even
in wind. although, you know fools -
we only speak thunder.
you called your mother a bitch, you did it
and if she dies you'd still
take your vitamins, you'd still
take care of you
just like she taught.
mommies can, in fact be,
too sad to go on.
somewhere there is a prayer waiting
to be said.
you're mean, you're sad
too interesting
you never so longed to be bland.
if
it carries you away when you look
longly then
don't
dedicate your sap to the sugar
maybe.
sacrifice
nobody will tell you
Jesus was angry. cause he
was too goddamn solid to say so
ifuckingwentanddiedforyall - you'll never
hear it, not even
in wind. although, you know fools -
we only speak thunder.
you called your mother a bitch, you did it
and if she dies you'd still
take your vitamins, you'd still
take care of you
just like she taught.
mommies can, in fact be,
too sad to go on.
somewhere there is a prayer waiting
to be said.
you're mean, you're sad
too interesting
you never so longed to be bland.
if
it carries you away when you look
longly then
don't
dedicate your sap to the sugar
maybe.
You Knew
for Scott
In the curling corners of a life
crumpled
I inserted secret scriptures
over your Godless philosophies.
I failed to see -
the seven pillars beyond the sea,
you, the rest of humanity
paying homage to a
timeless beauty,
our... faultless unity;
I scorn
Our sad forgotten.
The words I wrought
were gold,
molten precious
moving liquid in your blood
to ebb and flow
beneath your skin.
Within the maelstrom
of my eyes
you saw redemption,
but it proved a tarnished thing,
a patina of rust
coating the inspiration,
the thinning metal
showing ancient disappointment
poking unrepentant
through the gaps.
Fear not,
my breath was still
falling snow on your wrist,
the cool touch
slowing your pulse
till I was your rhythm,
a beat,
a flicker of movement
beneath your pale flesh.
My life is prophecy,
yet unfulfilled.
Distilled on skin,
in clear rivulets
of passion
I ran slowly away.
Oh yes,
you knew,
I was always running away.
for Scott
In the curling corners of a life
crumpled
I inserted secret scriptures
over your Godless philosophies.
I failed to see -
the seven pillars beyond the sea,
you, the rest of humanity
paying homage to a
timeless beauty,
our... faultless unity;
I scorn
Our sad forgotten.
The words I wrought
were gold,
molten precious
moving liquid in your blood
to ebb and flow
beneath your skin.
Within the maelstrom
of my eyes
you saw redemption,
but it proved a tarnished thing,
a patina of rust
coating the inspiration,
the thinning metal
showing ancient disappointment
poking unrepentant
through the gaps.
Fear not,
my breath was still
falling snow on your wrist,
the cool touch
slowing your pulse
till I was your rhythm,
a beat,
a flicker of movement
beneath your pale flesh.
My life is prophecy,
yet unfulfilled.
Distilled on skin,
in clear rivulets
of passion
I ran slowly away.
Oh yes,
you knew,
I was always running away.
Monumental Proportions
TNPer
Monumental Proportions
TNPer
I went into the sites database (dunno if it was allowed or not). These so amazing that I think I may just pass out from the excitement.
Syd - go here: http://www.lilformers.com/
And I'm working on a reply!
Sorry, I haven't been able to have much email time so far this week.
And I'm working on a reply!
Sorry, I haven't been able to have much email time so far this week.Finally! The proper forum to discuss life's greatest questions:
http://www.whatwouldoptimusdo.com/
The "I Feel Empty Inside" post is incredible. It's got pretty much the best music video ever in it. You should read it.
http://www.whatwouldoptimusdo.com/
The "I Feel Empty Inside" post is incredible. It's got pretty much the best music video ever in it. You should read it.