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| New Member Join Date: Jan 2006
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| Everythings sucks The rabbit tat matters Have all foreseen platters And moved it did in it's Cropolis No Fotopolis No Home top of us It was in late autumn late autumn Wonderous winds wound up Winds were there I was there There... Years passed, hair grew Green grass overgrew the concrete The poison snake knewith all Days passed, hair fell out Brown grass died on top of marble The poison snake out of wisom Seconds past, nothing changes Wildfire in it's season Remains does thou not |
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| Jr. Member Join Date: Jun 2006
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| man, you must be some kind of stoner.................oh wait good stuff man, it reminds me of all the old beatnicks with the gotees and those berrets and the sunglasses, banging on their bongos and playing jazz music with there sweet bass lines. you know what im talking about
__________________ Three Rings for the Elvin-Kings under the sky, Seven for he Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne |
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| Yeah. I could see all the beatnicks sitting around the club listening to every word I have to say. And then the club closes, they all leave. One of them, a new one who doesn't know anything and can't remember what he's even doing in this city. So he starts walking in a straight line down the avenue at 2AM in the morning. He passes by many late night strollers and they all stare at him, their pupils huge and dialated, but not for the reasons yee think. At 2:22 AM on that morning the Sun rose extremely early. But it wasn't right, it was the kind of beauty the mouse see's in the cobra before it is eaten, it is the look of profound doom. The Sun looks huge and is an odd firey red to fading Orange color as it seems to sparkle ultimately. The sky beneath it is a tropical ocean lime green and above it the color fades into the most magnificent brilliant blue ever. And their is red and yellow surrounding the sky nearest the sun. It rose and on my deck their landed a giant skeleton of an acient dinousaur bird, a philosoraptor? Everyone was lyring on the living room floor to exhausted to move as they watched the great bird land on the deck and spread it's long bony wing span. The humans couldn't do much, the dog freaked out and barked hysterically. Two helicopters in the horizon broke apart and became two. As they neared above head they weren't helicopters , just long purple and blue shapes with propellers. They eventually faded. I guess it was time to walk towards the white sparkle over the horizon. Everyone left their homes to follow it as the beatnic took a nap on the enlightening lawn. It was ancient, ancient, ancient. It was older then time as it begin to fade from the... all faded with it. Not quite sure why one always turns up here. I've been here so many times, everytime I forget all about it and then when I visit again I remember the endless time I've spent here "You forgot all about this place for awhile, but then your back, Dejavu they call it where your from" One does not even bother to look at the voice because it is too familiar to even regard with interest. Walked on off to another place. Walked on off to another place... ...Walked on in to this new strange place. Words appear and dissapear before my eyes as I fade into a new life as a new person. All the vivid memories of my just finished old life fade, they fade like a dream fades in the immediate minutes after it comes to an end and morning brings the likes of a real life with real problems. At night I still dream of the last one, and in the morning these memories are regarded as night passing fantasies. Another morning, another game. Another round, another walk. |
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