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"...then the path forks. is there only two paths then??? no there is a multitude..." -trigun(yes, anime but a good quote...)

poems based on love and the lost of it... everyone needs a place like this... enjoy everyone... "on the ride again" your like a tsunami, starting out that of a wake and swallow your victims when you get to the shallow ends. life comes and goes till the darkness crows, engulfing the light of hope. your sad yet again, nothing i can do now... i wait and watch as your sorrows grow and grow, till that final moment in which they implode. implode like that of the stars to the blackholes... implode taking me for a ride yet again. i feel nausiated as i spin round in your sorrows. i could leave, and escape this negative weight... but i dont... instead i embrace it. holding you... closer and closer... till you and i are one... unity again... now you know those feelings again... the ones that got you here to begin with... i show you as you show me, the lights of total oblivion...

think of it this way, when ever Vlad Dracula Tepes III(yes the real dracula)was mad he would kill people.he would do this through a kind of torturous death in which the victim has a spear about the size of a body builder’s arm oiled and trusted into the victims anus; then the victims feet are tied together to a horse and, as the spear his held still, the horse is instructed to slowly move forward as the spear enters and cleaves away at the inside of the victim, causing a slow and terrible death of excruciating pain. Thus the nation would not risk this kind of torture by him and his army. During his rule he had a golden goblet placed in the middle of the town square to prove the point that he ruled with an iron hand. During the time that his rule the golden goblet laid there unmolested. so the next time your down or sad, remember you do not have a huge spear sticking out your back end.

“Man I seen in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who have ever lived. I see all this potential and I see a squander. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables. Slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate, to buy **** we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose, no place. We have no great war, no great depression; our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we will all be millionaires, and movie gods and rock stars, but we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact, and were very, very pissed off.” --- Brad Pitt, Fight Club

i have a great memery and write often, but i do not keep a journal. on the other hand i do keep a "small" portfolio of most of my work.

let us take a monent for all the little people and their little homes. YAY FOR THE ELVES, GNOMES, AND OTHER WOODLAND CHARACTERS. let us tip our glasses. ;) :) :) :cup: :eek: :eek: ;) :friday: :friday: :friday: :friday: :friday: :friday: :friday: :friday: :friday: :friday: :friday: :friday: :friday: :friday: all the glass shall be raised for their fall.

Sorry i did not post this before, but i just thought of it. Electricity is shot through the air with little to resistance. what if we were to concentrate our electrical bain waves. it may not be controlled but still plausible as a theory. a big resistance would be our skulls. if we were to over come this then i think it is plausable (this is of course that it is possible for our brains to produce a high enough electrical wave to emit a beaken).

How can telepathy be possible in perspective of science? Does the brain emit electric pulses? If so then is telepathy plausible? :hihi:

--The only rule is that you must be comparing one thing to another.-- “Hierarchy” By: Allen Sherman The worker ants, Incarcerated and vigorous, Works hard all year. Like a hard working blue-collar human, Drones all day Just to end up Stomped on the next one. Pitied by the drones, The drone ants, Emancipated and lethargic, Negligently it meanders around To find its mate, The queen ant. Like the middle class, It lives day to day Bemoaned, Like a schooner Jam-packed with water Tipping over the edge. And on top is the queen ant, Egotistical and forlorn. It has no equal As it stands At the bottom of life Lusting for purpose. Moral: People lust for money and fame, but once there lust for happiness and loneliness.

“Backgammon” A classic game of good verses evil, black verses white, A game five thousand years in the making. Till the day that this game Becomes so very real.

Foreign means not of the language that you speak the most frequent.

YAY for this thread. :hyper: “Life” By: Allen Sherman Dreams appear And depart And appear again Do you trail them? Only to become Like a belligerent dump, All rotted through. Or do you rebuff them? Only to become Like a penitent star, All smoldered out.

sorry but there is simply not enough room for all the genres on this earth. please just answer as you feel appropriate. thank you :xx:

This poll may have more than one choice. Sorry forgot about punk. That will be counted under rock and classical rock category. :)

What is this web site's over all favored music.