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Where is Lela now?
- Greedo0
anyone ever gone to one of these pecha kucha things? worth it, or more self-indulgent crap?
http://www.pecha-kucha.org/
- kelpie0
Is Blog art?
YES / NO
- in here please >>>>kelpie
- NOhallelujah
- FUCKFariska
- beats balzac********
- NOhallelujah
- NOhallelujah
- YESkelpie
- I'm a bit dyspeptic todayhallelujah
- GO PENSGreedo
- INDUBITABLYkelpie
- most dayshallelujah
- SAY YES!hallelujah
- TO LIFE!hallelujah
- HOLY FUCK ESEGreedo
- ABSTRACTLY, MAYBEkelpie
- if you consider yourself an artists, then isn't everything you do art? like mowing the lawn or making an omelette...Greedo
- my england is shitGreedo
- I DON'T KNOW ABOUT BLOG BUT GREEDO ISkelpie
- 100OFSA!Greedo
- SAY YES TO FARTGreedo
- MY ESE IS SHIThallelujah
- Have a good weekend KelpieFariska
- BLUElocustsloth
- /killthefish
- word count matters********
- hallelujah0
read this and tell me what it means
- in here please >>>>hallelujah
- FUCKFariska
- HOLY FUCK ESEhallelujah
- RAPTURE COMETHkelpie
- i'll pay you three chickens for a websiteGreedo
- http://www.seblester…hallelujah
- JUMP!!!!!canuck
- if your are moving money have you heard of goats?********
- hallelujah0
supreme nothing
oh yeah
- hallelujah0
is this thing on?
- locustsloth0
You don't need money, don't take fame
Don't need no credit card to ride this train
Its strong and its sudden and its cruel sometimes
But it might just save your life
That's the power of blog- solidarityhallelujah
- that's artful********
- blogidarityGreedo
- Greedo0
- look no hands********
- NotByHandGreedo
- Cool!canuck
- that is great! who did it?hallelujah
- http://www.standard-…
we went to school together...
he's a funny man.Greedo - What a Mass-hole!locustsloth
- look no hands
- 7point340
for some reason this popped into my head today while driving to work, (lucky it did or else i'd actually have to think about driving)
when the blog thread was salvaged from NT it was at about 15k posts... it is now nearly 30k. of those 14k posts i estimate i have read nearly 9 - 10k of them...
this thought didn't go much deeper because i had to pay attention to some dick going 10 miles under the speed limit trying to merge into my lane without a turn signal, and my mind became filled with abhorrent blinding hate - thick like pudding.
hateful pudding.
made from hooves. horse hooves.
fucking horses.
- hallelujah0
you marked your independence with a signature on a lease
but home was a photograph you taped to your wall
it's gonna be a cold white Christmas in St Paulbeer for breakfast who's gonna scold
you've got your early hours dulled by the cigarettes you rolled
second shift as a fry cook that's your holiday in grease
& you trudge to work through the snow in a coat down to your knees
& you linger at the twinkle lights as you pass by the mall
& count the days to a cold white Christmas in St Paulfeather down the nights get so cold
& you ignore the smell of mold as you smooth out the folds
when you're on your own you've got no one to please
in a Minnesota city just as bare & as mean as the winter trees
but you'll be damned if you're the one making collect calls
on a cold white Christmas in St Paul
yeah it's a cold white Christmas in St Paul
- hallelujah0
hey Bobby Malone it's good to have you home
so you tried your own route & it didn't work out
well you're not alonea job that made you crazy in a town you won't miss
& the drunks you called friends were a means to an end
& this is the endhey Bobby Malone how you have grown
a couple months on the couch while you figure things out
won't do you wronghey Bobby Malone
couldn't make rent again or are you in trouble deep
you're a stray dog with fleas & your sister agrees
you've looked better sonhey Bobby Malone it's good to have you home
a couple months on the couch while you figure things out
won't do you wronghey Bobby Malone
- kelpie0
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallwayThe boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
but the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started laughing hystericallyWhen suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
horses, horses, horses, horses
coming in in all directions
white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusiLife is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,
Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?”
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest there's the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusiThere's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,
Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is the
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, TwistelettesBaby calm down, better calm down,
In the night, in the eye of the forest
There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
the sea's the possibility
There is no land but the land
(up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea
(up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper but the key
(up there there are several walls of possibilities)
Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.
(up there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor
(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee
(on the screen)
And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame
(in the heart of man)
The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions
Gradually lapping into sea horses
He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat
(the spoon)
And let it deep in
(the veins)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening in my hand
And I felt the arrows of desireI put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area
(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)
And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...
Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined through the air,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,
(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I I that's how I
that's how I
I died
(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)
(they knew what they were after)
[Everything on the current] moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
There's no land but the landlooked at my hands, and there's a red stream
that went streaming through the sands like fingers,
like arteries, like fingers
(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?)
He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)
He opened his throat (your eyes)
His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry,
No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,
(His fingers)
Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
And so he seized the first
(his vocal chords shot up)
(possibility)
(like mad pituitary glands)
It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate
(there is nothing happening at all)
and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep
saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)
Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meterIn the sheets
there was a man
dancing around
to the simple
Rock & roll
song
- canuck0
aye then
- ********0
A monstrous ship, from a fearful height,
is rushing on, spreading its wings, flying.
Green star, in beautiful poverty,
your brother, Petropolis, is dying.
- ********0
I can't tell if 7point34 is kidding or not.
- about the sharting? yes and no.7point34
- he's not angry, he's just shartinglocustsloth
- Greedo0
Sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night and wonder if we're ever going to see that chossy Edinburgh poetry
- funny you mention that, I woke up last night with that very question on my mind********
- funny you mention that, I woke up last night with that very question on my mind
- ********0
WHERE THE FUCK IS THOMPY?!
- kelpie0
I've often wondered if rand got his 'tower of babble' line from the song I posted above
- it says babel there but she pronounces it babblekelpie
- what in your estimation is the difference?7point34
- one comes from a bottle, sir********
- tower of babe-L , tower of BaBB-ul
non? per'aps I am too eurokelpie - ah ok, yeah i didn't realize... i've always pronounce them the same.7point34
- but then i am an amurcun7point34
- I might be very wrong, I am no expert on ancient messopotamiakelpie
- or wherever the shit it waskelpie
- he's obliged to never reveal his sources...neue75_bold
- no, I wasn't aware of that songhallelujah
