The Even Newer Random Thread

[Mrs. Chamberlain]

XD I do that to my uncle to.

 

[softball chick]

Is it bad that I go offline on Facebook chat everytime my grandma logs on? XD

There's a guy that I do that to...he always wants to chat w/ me but he's super creepy.

 

[Stitch4Prez]

bored

 

[MuskratSusie]

Iron Maiden. \m/

 

[Raven_the_Bird]

Nothing's so lucid as the promise of dreams, but these pills we found just make me sleep.
There's nothing quite so pure as the written word my dear, so lets have ourselves a little poem.
Until the will to speak loses urgency.
Our animal indecency in print is so blase.
Its about the bell tower, at the golden hour.
Angel of the spires climbs here steel cage staircase spine, angle of desire.
Ascend the wrought iron, one by one, wrung by wrung.
Is it the rising roof line that makes me feel so swallowed whole,
or the way my body barely pricks the sky,
the same as a century's worth of virgin's blood that's passed through my longing veins,
scheming to convince my aching mind that pleasure's got nothing on the miracle of need.
Nothing's so purile as meter and rhyme when you can't see the ground from that ledge and this perch is so far, far from the nest.
Gravity doesn't grant me the privilege of failure my bough never breaks
I don't stumble into anything
so I climb and I carve my initials in the bark with that feather I found but its all so contrived.
My genes didn't bless me with the foresight of a sage but I know how this will end, in apologies and ink on the page.
A slowly constructed crow quilled confession of my spirit to all of you,
black waterproof ink scars the board, so hot-pressed, pristine and pure.
A slowly constructed manifestation of to tremble,
as base as a bridge in a song and less like the poem that I promised you.
Nothing's so lurid as haiku-detat on sidewalks in white outlined chalk,
all I've got is this ink smeared lines.
With our voices in harmony, the offering, of a crow quilled threnody.

 

[MuskratSusie]

So... my mom told me that Alice In Chains is coming back to the area where I live again, but we're not going because where they're playing has no seats what-so-ever. It's for standing only. -_-.. Oh well. I saw them last weekend, but they're like coming next year in Feb, or something. As much as I'd really LOVE to go, I can't.

-sigh-

 

[Mrs. Chamberlain]

http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs32/f/2008/200/d/b/Final_Fantasy_Pacman_by_Sgtpepper17.swf
This is so much fun!

 

[DisneyRockstar]

Q: What kind of food rings?

A: Taco Bell

 

[softball chick]

Q: What kind of food rings?

A: Taco Bell

......................................

 

[WDWtraveler27]

bored

hey wats up zack?>

 

[Stitch4Prez]

hey wats up zack?>

Not much, what about you?

 

[WDWtraveler27]

Not much, what about you?

nthn just talking to some friends and watching 30 rock

 

[Raven_the_Bird]

I'm going to give my grandfather a drawing of a chicken I did two months ago...it's face looks weird.

 

[MuskratSusie]

http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs32/f/2008/200/d/b/Final_Fantasy_Pacman_by_Sgtpepper17.swf
This is so much fun!

That was pretty cool.

Q: What kind of food rings?

A: Taco Bell

I don't get it...

 

[Raven_the_Bird]

Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mention
and surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection'
but the more I turn my face from the crowd
the more I feel my backs' increasingly compelled
for the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself,
a knife of relief, from all the petty insight
and finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through the night.
Bored as **** with this street corner-cover.
study of a face in a figure. surveying this language as a game
surveilence of this language as the plague.
the dimension of persistence condemns.
This portrait of karma, crafted in accident
text book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghosts
and so we ran, like the wolves were biting,
the inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming
scratch my back and I will stab you in yours
so I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marks
but I predict, I'll have to sink my fangs in someone else's heart to heal my own.
just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part for you.
but I'll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code,
weary of this hallway lined with ghosts.
just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them in
their words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throw
just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome them
parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mist
that we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat **** from our trembling hands.
The heat for heat's sake, on this Barnard block of Congress
deductively speaking, the polar of progress
well maybe I put too much faith in the accident
entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape
let the starving ghosts feats, from this flesh, from these bones,
let them all feast. In this chess game of language, forced to sit so I play all alone, watch the bathos drift forth like the petals from a wild crafted rose.

 

[nerdylightbulb]

I love this song

 

[softball chick]

So tired...and bored...

 

[Stitch4Prez]

nthn just talking to some friends and watching 30 rock

cool

 

[WDWtraveler27]

That was pretty cool.



I don't get it...

I dont get it either

 

[softball chick]

I dont get it either

What food rings...taco is a food and bells ring.
Taco bell.

It took me a while to get it too