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02-14-2018, 08:33 PM
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Music Addict
Join Date: Feb 2018
Location: In the Void
Posts: 174
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"Travel with me in the Eyes of the Night.
Drown with me in the splendour of Its might. We'll drown this world together, you and I alone. As Above, So Below, both as Water and as Stone."
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"Like whispers in the dark..." |
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02-14-2018, 11:45 PM
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Cuter Than Post Malone.
Join Date: Sep 2015
Posts: 4,978
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As Above, So Below is one of the most interesting phrases out there. You will reflect the universe and the universe will reflect you. Learning to manipulate that is supposed to be the basis of magick. I'm not sure how much truth there is to that. I'm not sure if victims of Peter Scully did anything to attract that kind of cruelty from the universe. Or perhaps it refers to how you choose to reflect that cruelty will have an impact on the universe. Or perhaps it's based in confirmation bias. Or maybe a more phenomenological approach is you reflect your perception of the universe. Maybe it says that we lack free will because we are merely reacting to the universe and are predetermined by it to follow a set path. Maybe it means that freewill is only granted to those who realize this and choose to carve our own paths thus making the universe bend to our wills. Or maybe it's just all mystical nonsense that people repeat because it's aesthetically pleasing.
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02-14-2018, 11:53 PM
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SOPHIE FOREVER
Join Date: Aug 2011
Location: East of the Southern North American West
Posts: 35,541
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In the streets nobody knows my name
Google cache, I live in the past Admittedly passe, but they **** for brains Feel like the Moors in Spain Easy come, easy go Nobody tryna hear the poors complain Get you a bag, young boy Proof up the doors on that Range From far away tapes sound like the bruh, Flocka James Come closer for that come-to-Jesus-moment Your mouth had dried saliva at the corners Unnerved, I told my White driver keep going Unperturbed, my Somalian ghost writers kept flowin Told Scorsese whatever you do, mother****er, don't you stop rollin' Chameleons move in stop-motion How do you not know this? No questions asked, nobody wants to know I should know this Post-coital, errything was so focused Initially flattered then suspicious how she only wanted Backwoodz Collect seats wages, pay all applicable taxes All stars with the patches on the jackets
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Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth. |
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02-14-2018, 11:59 PM
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SOPHIE FOREVER
Join Date: Aug 2011
Location: East of the Southern North American West
Posts: 35,541
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Picture me rolling, man
You only dream pictures Snake-devoured tails, circle vicious Search for words like how can I put this When this itself is amorphous One set of footprints out the valley look gorgeous Gorgeous, afterlife's bored as porous Monotheists built a fortress This a landline, it's just cordless You never heard a dial tone in your life You never laid awake for that call in the night Wish you dreamt it all My father's killer came to make right I heard him and my mother through the hall Still see it like neanderthal wall, not no written language They said the greats ain't right, shit, they just poured out they anguish And the Henny flowed like rivers And the blunts was like Shaq fingers And mans was men, bitches was bitches All was paradise until the first one started snitching It was written
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Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth. |
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02-15-2018, 01:45 AM
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Toasted Poster
Join Date: Oct 2014
Location: SoCal by way of Boston
Posts: 11,332
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My two fave opening song verses. Both songs were released 46 years ago.
Really don't mind if you sit this one out My words but a whisper, your deafness a shout I may make you feel but I can't make you think Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour
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“The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.” |
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02-15-2018, 11:53 AM
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mayor of spookytown
Join Date: Jan 2017
Posts: 812
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Should there be songs?
Should my hair be long? Should my stare be strong? Do nightmares belong, on the prairie at dawn? Do I dare to fawn over fair-faced blonds? Should there be bonds to their hair undrawn? Should my prayers be bronze? Are affairs so wrong? I have been told That my skin is exceptionally smooth But what good is that? When to get to my heart You have to crawl through tight tunnels of sharp rock - Are you shivering? Are you cold? Are you bathed in silver or drowned in gold? This dream's a vitality With filaments as fine as a spider's web Pour through your mouth That pour through your mouth O river of silver, O river of flowers I lie down and shiver in your silver river Out drips the last drop of this vital fluid Our life has grown weary The stars have grown old Are you still shivering? Are you still cold? Are you loathsome tonight? Does your madness shine bright? Are you loathsome tonight? In the oceans of the moon Swimming squidlike and squalid This bright moon is a liquid The dark earth is a solid This is moon music in the light of the moon - Death is centrifugal Solar and logical Decadent and symmetrical Angels are mathematical Angels are bestial Man is the animal Man is the animal - My girl is the queen of the savages She don't know this modern world and its ravages Instead of money she's got yams and cabbages She lives in a dome I don't care if I never get home My girl is the queen of the jungle folk You should see the things we see when we smoke We think all of life is a funny joke She's sharp as a tack I don't care if I never get back My girl is the queen of ten villages We live on the fruits of her pillages She eats other queens, she's very religious She doesn't use a fork I don't think I'll go back to New York |
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02-16-2018, 05:06 AM
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Groupie
Join Date: Aug 2017
Location: https://t.me/pump_upp
Posts: 3
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For me it's Mellow Gold; Beck...
"Pay now mind"... "Sleeping sound"... "I just got signed"... "So get out your lead pipe, pipe dreams... and get out your ten foot flags..." "Cause the insects are huge, and the poisons all been used...And the drugs can kill your day job... Honey..."
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02-19-2018, 04:53 AM
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Groupie
Join Date: Feb 2018
Posts: 7
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Fav Lyric
I raise a toast. Not for you but for me.
I **** on my nephew when he was 16 because he dare look at me. I built this paradise on broken knees. Make love to whores and cindy. Find me a pork and cork and down right filthy brie, make love to me. From a local band in redditch called "the sneezes" Jazzman xxx |
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03-11-2018, 02:15 PM
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mayor of spookytown
Join Date: Jan 2017
Posts: 812
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And it's been two months since you died
I'll speak to your absence and carry our stories around my whole life But when I'm in public, I don't know what's that look in their eyes I now wield the power to transform a grocery store aisle into a canyon of pity and confusion And mutual aching to leave Mmm Mmm The loss in my life is a chasm I take into town And I don't want to close it |
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