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thinking wales would beat the all blacks, thats just delusional. bwahahahahear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say0 -
Lightning bolts across the skies
were like sirens in my hollow mind
As if by lightning struck
his heart fell upon the ceiling floor
charred and burnt
leaving (nothing) but an empty shellSurf little waves big... Charge big waves hard
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '070 -
next is the word for people who want to move on
a word to go over the past,
instead of long back and see how good it was.
well, sometimes it's the better solution,
but my hearth is telling me to stop right here.
It says that this is the moment of my life,
Where I should hold on to you with both hands,
And let you know, that I’ll never let go.
And all I dare to say
Are the most complicated things above all
I lose my mind and turn blind,
Sitting on my knees and pray for nothing else
Than this tragedy to end.
I guess this way of life is meant for only some of us
Now I realise it and have to day a little bit,
Take all my pain and fears and leave
Leave, leave now, go far and stay away.Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '070 -
hit a pothole in her superpsyched highway
the chassis shuddered, her good mood shook loose
she thought, she said it out loud
he said i dont know what to say to you
she said she didnt expect him to say anything
just up the road he said
take deep breaths and think of ...
she smiled.
he knew, even when he thought he didnt
her steering righted and she continued on.hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say0 -
for the contender,
who started out so young and strong,
only to surrender,
brother
you will cruise
and sail
right
on
thru. but talk to me soon, pleaseDown the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green0 -
currently writing the greatest poem known to myself.
to others it is nothing major but rather a crock of rotten elephant shit.
not the case to me.
brilliant.
shine.for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
Oh man.
:mad:
Guess I will have to continue doing my work.
:mad:Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away0 -
Stasis is the worst feeling.
I wish I knew where I was going, anywhere but here.
Oh well, best get the beers in. Can't deal with myself right now, too busy staying sane."I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"0 -
Jeremy1012 wrote:Stasis is the worst feeling.
I wish I knew where I was going, anywhere but here.
Oh well, best get the beers in. Can't deal with myself right now, too busy staying sane.Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away0 -
Traditional or self-publishing?
That is the question.
Is self-publishing really a product of Satan? I found a good place but it requires money. Should I have to PAY to get my own book published?
No you might say, you should never do that.
But then... it is a big 'fuck you' to corporate fat cats who wouldn't read your manuscript if you strapped them down into a chair and slapped them over the face with it.
Aaaaahhhhhhh I dunno. Choices. Choices.'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'
- the great Sir Leo Harrison0 -
harmless_little_f*** wrote:Traditional or self-publishing?
That is the question.
Is self-publishing really a product of Satan? I found a good place but it requires money. Should I have to PAY to get my own book published?
No you might say, you should never do that.
But then... it is a big 'fuck you' to corporate fat cats who wouldn't read your manuscript if you strapped them down into a chair and slapped them over the face with it.
Aaaaahhhhhhh I dunno. Choices. Choices.
while you have the corporate asshole strapped down in that angry chair ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yn82dMFGN8g ) of yours
maybe you can wedge this toaster up his ass for me, yes/no?
good luck Mark.
we need to figure this shit out.
help one another type shit.
fuck em.for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
TrixieCat wrote:Homeostasis is good.
A life of mundane, unenriched suspension is not.
I'd even take falling through the water over treading it."I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"0 -
Jeremy1012 wrote:Maybe.
A life of mundane, unenriched suspension is not.
I'd even take falling through the water over treading it.Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away0 -
TrixieCat wrote:I meant homeostasis in terms of all the parts in your body working properly together."I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"0
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Jeremy1012 wrote:I know, but when that's all you seem to have, it's hard to appreciate.Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away0 -
TrixieCat wrote:If you don't have good health Jamie, you have nothing."I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"0
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Jeremy1012 wrote:Yeah well, health is all well and good if the time it gives you is spent well I suppose.
Squandering the gift of life is like slapping the person that gave it to you in the face.
Sure I waste my fair share of time, but I have also come to realize that if I don't do what I want to do, someone else will. I am learning to just ask for what I want. If someone says no, then cool, at least I know the answer.
But while you are drinking is not the time to ponder such things.Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away0 -
TrixieCat wrote:Then that is something you need to find out on your own.
Squandering the gift of life is like slapping the person that gave it to you in the face.
Sure I waste my fair share of time, but I have also come to realize that if I don't do what I want to do, someone else will. I am learning to just ask for what I want. If someone says no, then cool, at least I know the answer.
But while you are drinking is not the time to ponder such things."I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"0 -
harmless_little_f*** wrote:Is self-publishing really a product of Satan? I found a good place but it requires money. Should I have to PAY to get my own book published?
No you might say, you should never do that.
i would ask is your work WORTH enough to you to self publish.hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say0 -
above the bay the fingers of a cloud clutch at the setting sun, as if not wanting to see the beauty of this day disappear beyond the island. just as another cloud comes from the horizon, it's fingers begin intertwining with the other as if to welcome and share the beauty of the night.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
angels share laughter
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