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09-13-2006, 09:42 PM | #421 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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umm stfu
I form patterns, i am not alive, my attributes differ from culture to culture. everything is dependent upon me, and i represent everyone. I have no color and I cannot be seen heard only thought
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
09-13-2006, 11:59 PM | #422 (permalink) |
Raptor
Join Date: Mar 2006
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ok, wild and crazy guess: love?
i know its not right, but worth a shot.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told. Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow. Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle. |
09-14-2006, 07:13 AM | #423 (permalink) |
w0rd
Join Date: Apr 2006
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Ok... I'm gunna guess air. It forms patterns with radiators (you know when you see those little heat wave things), it's not living, It's attributes differ i.e Egypt, the surrounding air gets hotter than Antartica, It's dependant because all living thingas need it to breathe. It doesn't necessarily represent everyone, but it's transparent. Mmm I don't think it's right but I might be on the right-track
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09-14-2006, 11:55 AM | #424 (permalink) |
Raptor
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Metro Detroit, MI
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^Yeah, but you can hear air somewhat, like breeze.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told. Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow. Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle. |