In(s)ane Babblings

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In(s)ane Babblings (P.S. I'm only posting in this thread from now on)

Inane or insane--Do we know that which we are? Perhaps, but what is knowable and who am I to say?

Frolic in the shallow streams of oblivion than runneth through my garden.

Out with old and in the new, I say.

Probably whole wheat flour, but I could be wrong. It's good to hear though. But all things considered, it could be worse. What I mean is, bukkake fetish is not necessarily a good thing. Lines need to be drawn somewhere.

Retribution? I think not.

 

[Smurfy]

yes.

 

[DIVISION]

Inane or insane--Do we know that which we are? Perhaps, but what is knowable and who am I to say?

Frolic in the shallow streams of oblivion than runneth through my garden.

Out with old and in the new, I say.

Probably whole wheat flour, but I could be wrong. It's good to hear though. But all things considered, it could be worse. What I mean is, bukkake fetish is not necessarily a good thing. Lines need to be drawn somewhere.

Retribution? I think not.

Even though we both came from the same places, the chaos and the mage made us all change places......

DIV

 

[SoreArms]

In the garden of unearthly deligths
In the sacred land copulation
bodies assemble with all might
waiting gracefully for death!

 

[DIVISION]

In the garden of unearthly deligths
In the sacred land copulation
bodies assemble with all might
waiting gracefully for death!

We was young and we was dumb but we had heart; in the dark would we survive through the bad parts?

DIV

 

[havoc]

Your thinking Gorgonzola when it's clearly Brie time baby.





NON-PLATINUM MEMBER

 

[DIVISION]

Your thinking Gorgonzola when it's clearly Brie time baby.

Bob Marley has long since passed.

Let it go, bro......

DIV

 

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Autumn and the Fine Art of Toad Throwing


The days are growing ever shorter, the nights cooler, the morning air crisp. It is Autumn, you say? I say you are mistaken. It is officially toad throwing season.

In your next foray into the thick undergrowth of the wood, a moist section in the autumnal jungle is beholden to your prize (literally, no innuendo here). Find a sizely stone and look underneath. If the luck of the forest nymphs are on your side, underneath shall you find a toad. A small toad, in the likeness to the size of a walnut--perfect for tossing.

Under the guise of a loving touch so as not to frighten your jewel, cradle the creature in your palms. With your feet should-width apart, cock your throwing hand so as your wrist forms a right angle with your forearm. For added balance, extend your non-throwing arm out in front of your chest, as if to stiff-arm a linebacker's attempt to drive you into the sodden turf.

Using momentum as your ally, lean slightly back to draw upon all reserves of power in your torso, legs, and upper body. You are now ready to throw.

Drive your plant foot hard into the ground, while simultaneously moving forward, toad now on your fingertips. Delay the uncocking of your wrist until you have achieved full forward momentum, as the goal here is to get maximal distance and in-air toad flight time. There is no place for throwing like a girl in this art. When you sense maximal throwing power, release the creature. If done correctly, the toad should fly on a trajectory whose apex is twenty feet high.

If you listen closely, you shall hear the gleeful resonance of the toad, as he has probably never flown before. And with a small rustling of the leaves upon impact, his journey over, unharmed, he is ready to find the next stone to lay his head.

For those of sadisitic nature, this fine art can be extended to throwing the toad from a clifftop, an overpass, the creat of a waterfall, or a lofty locale of your fancy. However, I warn you the toad may not like this and dribble a yellowish fluid of fear in your hand. But have fun, and I'll see you in the woods!

 

[Forge]

Natural peanut butter on baby spinach leafs, with plump California raisins and diced dried pineapples spattered about. And a mug of Niagra wine on the side.



Feast.

 

[SoreArms]

Day after day
They send my friends away
To mansions cold and grey
To the far side of town
Where the thin men stalk the streets
While the sane stay underground

Day after day
They tell me I can go
They tell me I can blow
To the far side of town
Where it's pointless to be high
'Cause it's such a long way down

So I tell them that
I can fly, I will scream, I will break my arm
I will do me harm
Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
I'm not quite right at all...am I?

Don't set me free, I'm as heavy as can be
Just my librium and me
And my E.S.T. makes three

'Cause I'd rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen roaming free
And I'd rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content they're all as sane
As me

(Where can the horizon lie
When a nation hides
Its organic minds
In a cellar...dark and grim
They must be very dim)

Day after day
They take some brain away
Then turn my face around
To the far side of town
And tell me that it's real
Then ask me how I feel

Here I stand, foot in hand, talking to my wall
I'm not quite right at all

Don't set me free, I'm as helpless as can be
My libido's split on me
Gimme some good 'ole lobotomy

'Cause I'd rather stay here
With all the madmen
Than perish with the sadmen
Roaming free
And I'd rather play here
With all the madmen
For I'm quite content
They're all as sane as me

Zane, Zane, Zane
Ouvre le Chien

 

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I think that is a brick wall. Or I am being tricked with wallpaper that looks like brickstone? Either way, Flex magazine sells this thing called Winny-V. I'm not sure if it has to do with that mini-series V about aliens, but I like to eat mice.

I wish I had eyelids like penguins that makes freshwater out of saltwater.

 

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Even though we both came from the same places, the chaos and the mage made us all change places......

I'll give you that the rationale was there, but the details are lacking. But where to divide? Should there even be divisions? Do not the Sun and the Moon both vy for our attention?

 

[Becoming]

Chaos - It is good to see that poetry is alive and well still in the geigh community....

And why are you bogarting all the hits?

 

[tiger88]

nice avatar

to got some pipes too


i got some pitters now on my shirt

i need a solution


can u take that gland out for me?

 

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Chaos - It is good to see that poetry is alive and well still in the geigh community....

And why are you bogarting all the hits?

You, SIR, are of questionable sex.

and you, MADAM, are of indistinguishable gender.

I need time. But it has nothing to do with plans for the future, my dear. Nothing at all to do with Friday.

 

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This list goes out to a lot of people. Let's begin, shall we?


Smury, Liger88, ChildStew, FZ, Y-lifter, ChefWide, Project, Gonelifting, BBF's alters (especially nvrbuffgrl and missJanet ), AnabolicMD, David Schwimmer, Jerkbox, and anyone else deserving who escapes my thought.


Congratulations, list members.

 

[DIVISION]

I'll give you that the rationale was there, but the details are lacking. But where to divide? Should there even be divisions? Do not the Sun and the Moon both vy for our attention?

It's a hard thing to be true; what could I do?
Real homies help ya' get through.
Until the End of Time.

DIV

 

[Paulo]

Here comes the rain again, washing away conglomerate protocols laced with emotions

 

[Paulo]

yes.

this is some profound shit you sell borette

 

[tiger88]

This list goes out to a lot of people. Let's begin, shall we?


Liger88, QUOTE]


ok so i saw this flick

called napolean dyamite

and this bro is a total dork but funny guy who u want to get laid and his favorite animal is a liger and i just thought of that

go see that movie

alot of LOL in it

 

[Becoming]

not much LOL in here tho

 

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I wanted to bring out the poopy jokes but I don't want this locked. If it's locked, I be trapped in here like those villains were trapped in the mirrors in Superman 2.

 

[Paulo]

Transient symphonies asbscond with delight as preferential musings of dysmorphic librarians echo in the distant wastelands of androgeny. Once a found spot, free of didactic pensionaries, now home to a tragic collusion of affluent demons and winterfresh orphans. Seething chaos through a spinning wheel of alchoholic poultry, leveraging their gizzards as punishment for loans defaulted.

alas my divine seahorse, parting is such sweet sparrow