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alfie · Post by **alfie** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 12:08 pm

i think we've found the first philosophical genius of the 21st century

POND LIFE · Post by **POND LIFE** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 12:50 pm

this thread reminds me of chatting balls on acid.

p.t.b.d · Post by **p.t.b.d** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 1:34 pm

ovadose · Post by **ovadose** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 1:45 pm

d1rt1989 wrote:this thread reminds me of chatting balls on acid.

capo ultra · Post by **capo ultra** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 2:23 pm

In time I respond thee
Through high horse heights I implore ye
Blue Wickets of yonder brie
and blackest tart-ar-tart-ee

Yon mind is stripped of sight
and sound between mine kind
From oceans green and darkest dreams
Tryest art with all thou might

Decry! Of what thou plead my child
Mine heart are not of heart contrite
The stranger knocks not once not twice
But thrice, though hearest not then quite

If all the fables in this world
Were boxed between the tables curled
And for what? For love my dearest still
Thouest feelings stir me pray thee ill

Dead Rats · Post by **Dead Rats** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 2:25 pm

Not Abraham,
Not Moses
And not Christ
Neither Jove to whom we sacrificed,
Not Attis
Not Mohammed,
But to hilltop Thor
We rave and dance and weep and we implore:
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don’t blame the messenger,
Don’t blame the messenger,
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don’t blame the messenger.
Don’t blame the messenger,
For I am Death so Ragnarock with me
For I am Doom so Ragnarock with me.

capo ultra · Post by **capo ultra** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 2:26 pm

PRAY THEE CHEAT WITH THOU CURRENT 93 NONENONEEENONESENSE

The twisted wings and cluds unfold
And the greatgape of He who fell
Makes darkened shadows over pointed spires
Little children point and sing
And little children run and dance
Over there the setting sun
And under that the silent stars
And under they the weeping sky
And under Her the laughing world
(Balance sits in western parts
And piles spare Spares in his gabled room)
Great Anarch and Monarch of Not
The Flight of Lucifer over London
And my little grandson
Wrinkled son forehead
All tiny blue pain
As the Mother Blood emerges
Then the Mother Grief
And the Blue Gates of Death
Open armwide
Open teethwide
All dead like the leaves
Old times shiver
Old dead calendar
Past blurred sunsets
Cinders flying in His heart His heart
His fingers punch holes in the sky
(And all the little Christs I count
Are covered in the breathwhite snow
And all the little Christs I call
Are laughing through the green green fields)
Some of those angels have the face of God
And some of them have the face of dogs
(By the Tower of Moad - see the sky's Greenangel form)
And lucifer flickers all around me
His hooded eyes alight
In the smoky musk
Look into Him just a little longer
See the true face of the Moon
So He wheels there through the heavens
His eyes are dotted brightlights
Licked with dust
A golden seabird
Halfdead with spray
His banners broken flags in the wind
Devouring life he breaks at walls
The glint of dead fruits glint
And then the Moon...
And then the Moon...
And then the Moon...

Dead Rats · Post by **Dead Rats** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 2:28 pm

The Old Man Smiled
Will you die for me?
Do you love me enough to give up your life?
Standing here in the desert
The crumbling city
How much do you love me?
Can the world be as sad as it seems?
At this the old man smiled
Sitting there in Tangier
Scars running from his wrist to his elbow
Perhaps I’ll buy his book today
And I look at the boy with me hand on his thigh
As I move to the bed in the corner
And he started to smile
A plaintive smile of the boy as he lies on the bed
And the old man smiled as his
Prick started to twitch twitch twitch
And little drops felt out and fell to the floor
And he looked to the side
Wondering what to do with his knowledge
Cold cold water in the bowl by the bed on the floor
23 days and 23 hours of the day
And the old man smiled as the being swelled and the blood came
As he stuck the needle in his arm
Watching the blood burning and turning in the glass
Wondering where he’d be sitting tomorrow
Wondering which table his person would pass that day
Sitting in a café in Tangier
And down to his cable came Captain Clark
He’d worked on the ferry for 23 years and a day
Taking the junkies and the babies and the corpses to Spain
Looking at the coffins in a line across the water
You sink if you’re dead
Cold cold water
A cloud up above
And everyone’s equal if it rains on you
And the old man smiled
And his arm bent as he paid the bill
So I walked round the corner
To a room in the Bowery
And the boy was bent double naked on the floor
Rubbing himself with some kind of cream
And is this all a dream
Look at the blind men
Sitting in a row with white sticks
Takking at the TV screen
And they try to eat us
By the broken bed
They’re always mad
And Captain Clark welcomes you aboard
Flight 23 from New York to Mayami
And it crashes in a forest
Burning bodies growing clod
People spewing blood from their faces
Screaming “Why me?” “Why?”
And everyone says I’m mad
And everyone says I’m mad
The always say I’m mad
And I see myself in the gutter and the water
With the water wing gangrene dangling myself
Cos we really want to slaughter
Looking wide-eyed and so confused at the wall
It’s gone on so long I wonder just who is here
Cold cold water
Cold cold water
And the old man smiled as he walked back to the café
Drinking coffee as his friends just stood around
Can the world be as sad as it seems?
Do you love me?
With my knife against your throat
It could only be me
You would only do this for me
And the old man smiled
Just the same as before
Slowly getting old arranging his things
Making business neat and tidy
Sitting in a café in Tangier
That’s the way the world ends
With a whimper

Pistonsbeneath · Post by **Pistonsbeneath** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 2:40 pm

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abelard · Post by **abelard** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 2:47 pm

only the first few people at these sort of getogethers ever seem to know what they mean, the rest of ya'll should recognise that you are crime victims and ask humbly for assistance.

DZA · Post by **DZA** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 2:50 pm

Dead Rats · Post by **Dead Rats** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 2:52 pm

The_Dza88 wrote:SMH

Secret Minger Hideout?

DZA · Post by **DZA** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 2:55 pm

Shake my head fool

shambandito · Post by **shambandito** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 3:12 pm

i think i understand how the whole thing started.. The posts sound like and seem to be from some fundamentalist christian forum and he changed it up a bit so instead of drugs they are complaining about dubstep.

Seems to make sense for me

Pistonsbeneath · Post by **Pistonsbeneath** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 3:13 pm

shambandito wrote:i think i understand how the whole thing started.. The posts sound like and seem to be from some fundamentalist christian forum and he changed it up a bit so instead of drugs they are complaining about dubstep.

Seems to make sense for me

you ruined it

DZA · Post by **DZA** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 3:29 pm

shambandito wrote:i think i understand how the whole thing started.. The posts sound like and seem to be from some fundamentalist christian forum and he changed it up a bit so instead of drugs they are complaining about dubstep.

Seems to make sense for me

DZA · Post by **DZA** » Mon Jun 29, 2009 3:35 pm

Think this is a suitable place for my 4000th post

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