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Post by salamander5 on Oct 19, 2018 23:54:25 GMT -5
please, surrender
please, turn yourself head over heels
please, just let go completely of my hand and do not be angry at me
please, surrender yourself into complete ecstasy (and suffering and grapes and ecstasy)
what is it that makes you feel this way?
what is it that makes you feel this tension? (a stave of lightning snap)
what is it that drives you? what is it that makes you do things?
on the seashore, and the waves are crashing shhhhh... shhhhh... drench yourself in these living waters full of loyalty and life and excitement
please, do not be afraid
you will see many things, some of which you will like, others of which you will not like, but you must not become attached to them or you will never return here
please, good bye
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Post by salamander5 on Oct 20, 2018 0:00:48 GMT -5
missy pissy prissy sissy kissy licky dicky picky
lark dark hark park lark
sheashshells, shsheashells on the shsheashshore
with hir under-belly in full view,
tchk tchk
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Post by salamander5 on Oct 20, 2018 0:12:56 GMT -5
once upon a space before a time, my mommy (on my right) told me, the other everloving day, that every thing and thingie have a gold fish inside of them that guides them
she was... a merciful lady...
you know, she said, that things have gold fishes and little gold fishies in them; and that thingies have little gold fishies and gold fishes in them, you know that right?
and i said mhm.
...
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Post by prole on Oct 20, 2018 0:36:56 GMT -5
remember when we were... in the dark looking at spots of light dancing to and fro on the wall
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Post by salamander5 on Oct 20, 2018 0:40:29 GMT -5
no, not really honestly.
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Post by prole on Oct 20, 2018 0:42:16 GMT -5
oh. i was just going to say, what if one of those spots of light came to life, and we didn't notice? but if you don't remember then whatever, ahaha.
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Post by salamander5 on Oct 20, 2018 0:43:54 GMT -5
oh yeah, well i may remember later. i tend to remember based on external triggers rather than when i'm actually trying to remember you see
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Post by salamander5 on Oct 20, 2018 1:09:53 GMT -5
...why won't you leave?
what is it about me that is so... endearing to you?
there is a whole world out there, and the objects are colorful, and the sun and moon in the sky, what is it about me?
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Post by prole on Oct 20, 2018 2:49:30 GMT -5
i don't know what you are i don't know what
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Post by salamander5 on Oct 20, 2018 3:01:29 GMT -5
i am just a normal person, i think.
and i am now trying to help you like any normal rational person would.
i don't know what you see in me.
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Post by prole on Oct 20, 2018 3:07:02 GMT -5
i see darkness and within that darkness i see endless hell and fire burning and suffering and i can't look away
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Post by salamander5 on Oct 20, 2018 3:26:21 GMT -5
seymour h. middleton, a businessman, was approached and reproached by an apple-house employee the other day
who told him he was in violation of numerous laws of cosmic governance
including a covenant with squishy objects he had formed six or seven months back -
isn't it funny, how all our pride and honor can be removed in one fatal swoop,
the ordinance hath condescended from the home and hearth to this cold world ~
isn't it piquant, how dead we are, with the animals and the robots,
and so, i suppose we are all dead and hell inside, prole.
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Post by salamander5 on Oct 28, 2018 4:10:40 GMT -5
greetings, friends
a new dawn, approaches for all beings, all things
the psyche of beings is about to be restructured
and we are going crazy with mental health
yearning for something, something to arise out of the ashes
and the chaos and conflicts of this world
that are all circulating around in a closed environment without external poking-sticks
without anything to shock them, so they become monotonous blood n' bile
you've got to poke and prod them
you've got to scoop the grit and grime out of them
and put your fuzzy pink fluffy puffs in
anger at nothing, aggression at nothing,
and put your fuzzy pink fluffy puffs in --
not caring about one's surroundings and the every man put on your cap
and put your fuzzy pink fluffy puffs in.
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Post by idol on Oct 28, 2018 4:13:20 GMT -5
I am addicted to beautiful Chinese women and their beautiful breasts.
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Post by salamander5 on Oct 28, 2018 4:15:26 GMT -5
how about the pets of these Chinese women? like dogs, cats, birds, etc? (You said the breasts so I am just extending to other objects that are around them but not necessarily part of what you may consider "them".)
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