NationStates Jolt Archive

instead of pickering about the bad ones.
we will now begin.
Why are we the one,to make the difference?

"becoming a specialist is a self-selecting process"

"Specialization also discourages the rest of us from being well-rounded"

"When being active is no longer an off-putting specialty"

so fire up

??????What???????

You might want to clarify that. ALOT.

??????What???????

You might want to clarify that. ALOT.

Seconded, Allers I have NO idea what you want us to do here.:confused:

The problem is that's not what he does.

If it's like that, we have to do it or complain.

When we go after those things we just do it to ourselves.

That's why we need to stop this all.

It will all be gone soon.

I see cummerbund.

As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.

:confused:

As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.
About the bad ones?

Between the known and the imagined
Between the writer's mind and his pen
Between dream and vision
Between what we think and what we emote
Between what we do and what we are
Between how we feel and how we create
That singular place
That raison d'etre
That half sensed place we cant quite hear and almost see
But dont quite entirely believe
There
Right THERE
are the pairs to all the socks which exit the dryer alone forever.

What The Hell Are You People Talking About?!?!?!?

Allers, I have never understood a single thing you have ever said. Its all strange badly-babelfished haiku with misplaced commas and a healthy sprinkle of nonsense and made up words.

moo cow meandering down a country road

As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.
Thank you Donald for that pearl of wisdom..

A Confession
Once in a while,
I'm standing here, doing something.
And I think,
"What in the world am I doing here?"
It's a big surprise.

I disagree vehemently. Unless I'm in agreement.

I agree entirely allers.

Thank you Donald for that pearl of wisdom..

*hands Pax a Giant No-Prize * :D

I am an Emperor at home. Frogs slept in my night shirt. Your weapon will destroy me. Not before I scream. Life. Sexual. A corpse.

you see people can go on with each others,
Why not write about them?

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:)

you see people can go on with each others,
Why not write about them?

I don't know. Hand me my suspenders and I will ride off, covered in honey.

Allers, I have never understood a single thing you have ever said. Its all strange badly-babelfished haiku with misplaced commas and a healthy sprinkle of nonsense and made up words.
this is not a babelfish problem.,as your way to read between words is way underdeveloped,i'll suggest you to begin. the show

have fun.

this is not a babelfish problem.,as your way to read between words is way underdeveloped,i'll suggest you to begin. the show

have fun.

:confused:

Am I weird for not understanding the OP?

Am I weird for not understanding the OP?

No, it's a common complaint.

No, it's a common complaint.

Good. I thought I'd gone suddenly illeterate, or something.

Good. I thought I'd gone suddenly illeterate, or something.

Spontaenous illiteracy, quite common actually.

Good. I thought I'd gone suddenly illeterate, or something.

Well, you might have done, but the OP still makes no sense. :p

Όταν όντας ενεργός δεν είναι πλέον μια απωθητική ειδικότητα


Dieses.

I am an Emperor at home. Frogs slept in my night shirt. Your weapon will destroy me. Not before I scream. Life. Sexual. A corpse.
I'm not that much into Nu-Metal, but whatever amuses you . . .

And quit bitching at the OP, this is, quite possibly, the greatest thing to hit NSG sense they replaced server with a loaf of sliced bread.

Well, you might have done, but the OP still makes no sense. :p

La, spelling is for squares!

Every statement is true in a sense, false in a sense, meaningless in a sense, true and meaningless in a sense, false and meaningless in a sense, true and false in a sense and true and false and meaningless in a sense.

I'm not that much into Nu-Metal, but whatever amuses you . . .

And quit bitching at the OP, this is, quite possibly, the greatest thing to hit NSG sense they replaced server with a loaf of sliced bread.

Excellence in providing us with the Truth. Leave the light on, it frightens me.

As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.
-- Donald Rumsfeld

Excellence in providing us with the Truth. Leave the light on, it frightens me.

Everything is true, even things that are false.

If confusion were a high-paying career, I'd be living a life of luxury right now...

If confusion were a high-paying career, I'd be living a life of luxury right now...

Luxury is given by the command of the light. I see the trees, and I am quilted.

Luxury is given by the command of the light. I see the trees, and I am quilted.

But the lost will never know their hats. Cold is the flavour, dark is the way.

But the lost will never know their hats. Cold is the flavour, dark is the way.

And the monkey knows no bounds, unless blinded by the parrot.

The parrot and the stone are one, if not the same.

Everything is true, even things that are false.

I'm almost done reading The Magus. That sentence is pretty much what that book is about.


Oh... and uh...

The communists are like leapords: leaping and sentimental.

Ooh, ooh, let me try!

My Eggs, they run, beyond the bound of time, and rise.

Ooh, ooh, let me try!

My Eggs, they run, beyond the bound of time, and rise.

Do they smell like yellow?

Ooh, ooh, let me try!

My Eggs, they run, beyond the bound of time, and rise.

Chocohotlate.

Excellence in providing us with the Truth. Leave the light on, it frightens me.
The Truth burns me like chicken in a freezer, and I shall never be reheated again.
The microwave oven of my soul is in disarray in the face of this power outage.

I boxed myself square, so I write about them.

Do they smell like yellow?

Smell yellow, stand yellow, yellow is the people's will.

The 'Other Half' is the word. The 'Other Half' is an organism. Word is an organism. The presence of the 'Other Half' is a seperate organism attached to your nervous system on an air line of words can now be demonstrated experimentally. One of the most common 'hallucinations' of subject during sense withdrawal is the feeling of another body sprawled through the subject's body at an angle...yes quite an angle it is the 'Other Half' worked quite some years on a symbiotic basis. From symbiosis to parasitism is a short step. The word is now a virus. The flu virus may have once been a healthy lung cell. It is now a parasitic organism that invades and damages the central nervous system. Modern man has lost the option of silence. Try halting sub-vocal speech. Try to acheive even ten seconds of inner silence. You will encounter a resisting organism that forces you to talk. That organism is the word

The sun devours the waves, I afflict the smile, so I write about them.

Smell yellow, stand yellow, yellow is the people's will.
The people are fooling themselves.
The truth is,
Hidden behind their left eyeball.
Fearing light,
They try to flee into shadow.
But the light,
Still shines out from behind their eyes.
Sit on a pickle.

I'm almost done reading The Magus. That sentence is pretty much what that book is about.


Oh... and uh...

The communists are like leapords: leaping and sentimental.

Discordianism for win!

They all come back to what they were, stone to dust, dust to life, life to stone. So I write about them.

The dawn rises, a mole smiles wide. Go in peace, but mind the evil lollipop.

The people are fooling themselves.
The truth is,
Hidden behind their left eyeball.
Fearing light,
They try to flee into shadow.
But the light,
Still shines out from behind their eyes.
Sit on a pickle.

Branded, a white desert, A spring of youth and accompaniment.

ΕΛΛΗΝΙΚΑ ΕΣΕΙΣ CUNTS!!!! Παροιμίες 1 (νέα διεθνής έκδοση) νέα διεθνής έκδοση (NIV) Πνευματικά δικαιώματα © 1973 ..1978 ..1984 από τη διεθνή κοινωνία Βίβλων [ NIV σε IBS ] [ διεθνής κοινωνία Βίβλων ] [ NIV σε Zondervan ] [ Zondervan ] Παροιμίες 1 πρόλογος: Σκοπός και θέμα 1 οι παροιμίες του γιου Solomon του Δαβίδ, βασιλιάς του Ισραήλ: 2 για την επίτευξη της φρόνησης και της πειθαρχίας για την κατανόηση των λέξεων της διορατικότητας 3 για την απόκτηση μιας πειθαρχημένης και συνετής ζωής, που κάνει αυτό που είναι σωστό και ακριβώς και έκθεση 4 για το δόσιμο της σύνεσης στον απλό, τη γνώση και τη διακριτικότητα στις νεολαίες - 5 αφήνουν το σοφό να ακούσουν και να προσθέσουν στην εκμάθησή τους, και αφήνουν τη διάκριση να πάρει την καθοδήγηση - 6 για την κατανόηση των παροιμιών και των παραβολών, το ρητό και τα αινίγματα του σοφού. 7 Ο φόβος του ΛΟΡΔΟΥ είναι η αρχή της γνώσης, αλλά οι ανόητοι [ α ] περιφρονούν τη φρόνηση και την πειθαρχία. Οι παραινέσεις για να αγκαλιάσουν την προειδοποίηση φρόνησης ενάντια στο δελεασμό 8 ακούνε, ο γιος μου, την επιμόρφωση του πατέρα σας και όχι forsake διδασκαλία της μητέρας σας. 9 Θα είναι μια γιρλάντα για να κοσμήσουν το κεφάλι σας και μια αλυσίδα για να εξωραϊ'σουν το λαιμό σας. 10 Ο γιος μου, εάν οι αμαρτωλοί σας προσελκύουν, δεν δίνει μέσα σε τους. 11 Εάν λένε, "ελάτε μαζί με μας στην αναμονή για το αίμα κάποιου, waylay κάποια αβλαβής ψυχή 12 τους καταπιείτε ζωντανούς, όπως τον τάφο, [ β ] και ολόκληρος, όπως εκείνους που πηγαίνουν κάτω στο κοίλωμα 13 θα πάρουμε όλα τα είδη των πολύτιμων πραγμάτων και θα γεμίσουμε τα σπίτια μας με λεηλατούμε 14 ρίχνουν στο μέρος σας με μας, και θα μοιραστούμε ένα κοινό πορτοφόλι "- 15 ο γιος μου, δεν πηγαίνει μαζί με τους, δεν έθεσε το πόδι στις πορείες τους 16 για τα πόδια τους ορμούν στην αμαρτία, είναι γρήγορα για να ρίξουν το αίμα. 17 Πόσο άχρηστος να διαδώσει ένα δίχτυ κατά την πλήρη άποψη όλων των πουλιών! 18 Αυτά τα άτομα βρίσκονται στην αναμονή για το αίμα τους αυτοί waylay μόνο οι ίδιοϊ 19 Τέτοιο είναι το τέλος όλοι που πηγαίνουν μετά από το ill-gotten κέρδος παίρνει μαζί τις ζωές εκείνοι που τον παίρνουν. Η προειδοποίηση ενάντια στην απόρριψη της φρόνησης 20 φρόνηση καλεί μεγαλοφώνως μέσα την οδό, αυξάνει τη φωνή της στα δημόσια τετράγωνα 21 στο κεφάλι των θορυβωδών οδών [ γ ] φωνάζει έξω, στις πύλες της πόλης κάνει την ομιλία της: 22 "πόσο καιρό πολύ απλοί [ δ ] θα αγαπήσετε τους απλούς τρόπους σας; Πόσο καιρό πολύ mockers θα ευχαριστήσουν στη γνώση διακωμώδησης και μίσους ανόητων; 23 Εάν είχατε αποκριθεί στην επίπληξή μου, θα σας είχα χύσει έξω την καρδιά μου σε και θα είχα γνωστοποιήσει τις σκέψεις μου σε σας. 24 Αλλά δεδομένου ότι με απορρίψατε όταν κάλεσα και κανένας έδωσε την προσοχή όταν τέντωσα έξω το χέρι μου, 25 δεδομένου ότι αγνοήσατε όλες τις συμβουλές μου και δεν θα δεχόσαστε την επίπληξή μου, 26 Στη συνέχεια θα γελάσω στην καταστροφή σας Θα χλευάσω όταν σας προσπερνά η καταστροφή - 27 όταν η καταστροφή προσπερνά συμπαθείτε μια θύελλα, όταν συμπαθούν τα σκουπίσματα καταστροφής πέρα από σας ένα whirlwind, όταν σας συντρίβουν ο κίνδυνος και το πρόβλημα. 28 "έπειτα θα καλέσουν σε με αλλά δεν θα απαντήσω θα με ψάξουν αλλά δεν θα με βρούν. 29 Δεδομένου ότι μίσησαν τη γνώση και δεν επέλεξαν να φοβηθούν το ΛΟΡΔΟ, 30 δεδομένου ότι δεν θα δέχονταν τις συμβουλές μου και απέρριψαν την επίπληξή μου, 31 αυτοί θα φάνε τα φρούτα των τρόπων τους και θα γεμίσουν με τα φρούτα των σχεδίων τους. 32 Για το waywardness του απλού θα τους σκοτώσει, και η ικανοποίηση των ανόητων θα τους καταστρέψει 33 αλλά που ακούει με θα ζήσουν στην ασφάλεια και θα είναι άνετα, χωρίς φόβο της ζημιάς."

instead of pickering about the bad ones.
we will now begin.
Why are we the one,to make the difference?

"becoming a specialist is a self-selecting process"

"Specialization also discourages the rest of us from being well-rounded"

"When being active is no longer an off-putting specialty"

so fire up

Actually, in the past few years the popular mentions of this subject have been written in a few political articles. I believe Ann Coulter said it best; "That which one chooses to be, is one which is original."

Now, of course, it's Ann Coulter, but she makes a point.

If you can't express your opinions of selectivness, you shouldn't complain about those who do. It's the point of the statement that really makes it logical and easy to agree with.

Actually, in the past few years the popular mentions of this subject have been written in a few political articles. I believe Ann Coulter said it best; "That which one chooses to be, is one which is original."

Now, of course, it's Ann Coulter, but she makes a point.

If you can't express your opinions of selectivness, you shouldn't complain about those who do. It's the point of the statement that really makes it logical and easy to agree with.

What is this, the anti-thread? We're spouting nonsense, and Ruffy's on-task?


Err...Flight of all, is that of none but the lowest

As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.
That's the most intelligent speech I've ever heard from a government official.

It makes perfect sense.

ΕΛΛΗΝΙΚΑ ΕΣΕΙΣ CUNTS!!!! Παροιμίες 1 (νέα διεθνής έκδοση) νέα διεθνής έκδοση (NIV) Πνευματικά δικαιώματα © 1973 ..1978 ..1984 από τη διεθνή κοινωνία Βίβλων [ NIV σε IBS ] [ διεθνής κοινωνία Βίβλων ] [ NIV σε Zondervan ] [ Zondervan ] Παροιμίες 1 πρόλογος: Σκοπός και θέμα 1 οι παροιμίες του γιου Solomon του Δαβίδ, βασιλιάς του Ισραήλ: 2 για την επίτευξη της φρόνησης και της πειθαρχίας για την κατανόηση των λέξεων της διορατικότητας 3 για την απόκτηση μιας πειθαρχημένης και συνετής ζωής, που κάνει αυτό που είναι σωστό και ακριβώς και έκθεση 4 για το δόσιμο της σύνεσης στον απλό, τη γνώση και τη διακριτικότητα στις νεολαίες - 5 αφήνουν το σοφό να ακούσουν και να προσθέσουν στην εκμάθησή τους, και αφήνουν τη διάκριση να πάρει την καθοδήγηση - 6 για την κατανόηση των παροιμιών και των παραβολών, το ρητό και τα αινίγματα του σοφού. 7 Ο φόβος του ΛΟΡΔΟΥ είναι η αρχή της γνώσης, αλλά οι ανόητοι [ α ] περιφρονούν τη φρόνηση και την πειθαρχία. Οι παραινέσεις για να αγκαλιάσουν την προειδοποίηση φρόνησης ενάντια στο δελεασμό 8 ακούνε, ο γιος μου, την επιμόρφωση του πατέρα σας και όχι forsake διδασκαλία της μητέρας σας. 9 Θα είναι μια γιρλάντα για να κοσμήσουν το κεφάλι σας και μια αλυσίδα για να εξωραϊ'σουν το λαιμό σας. 10 Ο γιος μου, εάν οι αμαρτωλοί σας προσελκύουν, δεν δίνει μέσα σε τους. 11 Εάν λένε, "ελάτε μαζί με μας στην αναμονή για το αίμα κάποιου, waylay κάποια αβλαβής ψυχή 12 τους καταπιείτε ζωντανούς, όπως τον τάφο, [ β ] και ολόκληρος, όπως εκείνους που πηγαίνουν κάτω στο κοίλωμα 13 θα πάρουμε όλα τα είδη των πολύτιμων πραγμάτων και θα γεμίσουμε τα σπίτια μας με λεηλατούμε 14 ρίχνουν στο μέρος σας με μας, και θα μοιραστούμε ένα κοινό πορτοφόλι "- 15 ο γιος μου, δεν πηγαίνει μαζί με τους, δεν έθεσε το πόδι στις πορείες τους 16 για τα πόδια τους ορμούν στην αμαρτία, είναι γρήγορα για να ρίξουν το αίμα. 17 Πόσο άχρηστος να διαδώσει ένα δίχτυ κατά την πλήρη άποψη όλων των πουλιών! 18 Αυτά τα άτομα βρίσκονται στην αναμονή για το αίμα τους αυτοί waylay μόνο οι ίδιοϊ 19 Τέτοιο είναι το τέλος όλοι που πηγαίνουν μετά από το ill-gotten κέρδος παίρνει μαζί τις ζωές εκείνοι που τον παίρνουν. Η προειδοποίηση ενάντια στην απόρριψη της φρόνησης 20 φρόνηση καλεί μεγαλοφώνως μέσα την οδό, αυξάνει τη φωνή της στα δημόσια τετράγωνα 21 στο κεφάλι των θορυβωδών οδών [ γ ] φωνάζει έξω, στις πύλες της πόλης κάνει την ομιλία της: 22 "πόσο καιρό πολύ απλοί [ δ ] θα αγαπήσετε τους απλούς τρόπους σας; Πόσο καιρό πολύ mockers θα ευχαριστήσουν στη γνώση διακωμώδησης και μίσους ανόητων; 23 Εάν είχατε αποκριθεί στην επίπληξή μου, θα σας είχα χύσει έξω την καρδιά μου σε και θα είχα γνωστοποιήσει τις σκέψεις μου σε σας. 24 Αλλά δεδομένου ότι με απορρίψατε όταν κάλεσα και κανένας έδωσε την προσοχή όταν τέντωσα έξω το χέρι μου, 25 δεδομένου ότι αγνοήσατε όλες τις συμβουλές μου και δεν θα δεχόσαστε την επίπληξή μου, 26 Στη συνέχεια θα γελάσω στην καταστροφή σας Θα χλευάσω όταν σας προσπερνά η καταστροφή - 27 όταν η καταστροφή προσπερνά συμπαθείτε μια θύελλα, όταν συμπαθούν τα σκουπίσματα καταστροφής πέρα από σας ένα whirlwind, όταν σας συντρίβουν ο κίνδυνος και το πρόβλημα. 28 "έπειτα θα καλέσουν σε με αλλά δεν θα απαντήσω θα με ψάξουν αλλά δεν θα με βρούν. 29 Δεδομένου ότι μίσησαν τη γνώση και δεν επέλεξαν να φοβηθούν το ΛΟΡΔΟ, 30 δεδομένου ότι δεν θα δέχονταν τις συμβουλές μου και απέρριψαν την επίπληξή μου, 31 αυτοί θα φάνε τα φρούτα των τρόπων τους και θα γεμίσουν με τα φρούτα των σχεδίων τους. 32 Για το waywardness του απλού θα τους σκοτώσει, και η ικανοποίηση των ανόητων θα τους καταστρέψει 33 αλλά που ακούει με θα ζήσουν στην ασφάλεια και θα είναι άνετα, χωρίς φόβο της ζημιάς."

καλλιΣτι

The Golden Apple rolls, yet the ambrosia flows free. She was not there.

What is Six Times Seven?

42

What is this, the anti-thread? We're spouting nonsense, and Ruffy's on-task?


Err...Flight of all, is that of none but the lowest

Ruffy is the only one with a brain abstract enough to understand the OP. That being said, Language is the backbone of my eyelash. A blink is the meshing of poetry.

What is Six Times Seven?

42

In base 13, yes, yes it is.


2 may be of 40, but 40 is not of the hill. Over and under, it is true.

I saw it in mercy,
Astride the boot's vision.
It signalled the phone's ringing,
Cat's dancing,
Knife's lurking.
I quiver of the spider,
but sing of the mountain.
When hope leaps from my front porch,
It seems as though light,
Angels romance,
Violent makers.
Dangers sing the songs,
So I write about them.

I erm... ah... *scratches head*

We had homemade kebabs tonight.

What is this, the anti-thread? We're spouting nonsense, and Ruffy's on-task?




*eyes get wide*

Oh my god, the computer the mice designed has done what it's supposed to do.

Watch out for the Vogon.

What is this, the anti-thread? We're spouting nonsense, and Ruffy's on-task?
We have crashed through reality's wall,
No twilight zone this,
And no escape to whimsical bliss.
Tonight, ends it all.
We are alive, then not,
Our flesh shrivels, then rots.
We won't need eyes where we're going,
But I am still scared ... of the dark.

I erm... ah... *scratches head*

We had homemade kebabs tonight.

The kebab is to the homemade what the Proleteriat is to Communism. Shake the tree gently, forsooth.

Try it; it's fun.

Though it was short,
Far along the line.
Hard was the cloth,
Alive the light,
A frowning man.
A sunflower wept,
So I write about them.

A poem not heard,
An unthunken word,
The dusk strikes the Spaniards brigade.
But who dons the glory,
Of the lioness' story?
Upon this isle of emerald. Jade.
So I write about them.

Blinding the weak.
Until the wyrm bites it's own tail.
Mastery of will.
Planets aligned.

Blinding the weak.
Until the wyrm bites it's own tail.
Mastery of will.
Planets aligned.

Crawling with the mass,
Lost is a virtue,
Eye to the eye to the eye, like
Vermooth on a Tuesday night, when
Even the ashes do not suppose,
Ribbons are the trails of light.

A poem not heard,
An unthunken word,
The dusk strikes the Spaniards brigade.
But who dons the glory,
Of the lioness' story?
Upon this isle of emerald. Jade.
So I write about them.

Throughout, the fires burn.
I reach out for the knife,
In the spinning of a wave.
The birds do yearn,
To live a lighter life,
And seek a solemn grave.
So I write about them.

I sting.

I sting.

I sing, but of the stinging, my lips compose silence.

I sing, but of the stinging, my lips compose silence.
Silence is the death scream of a thousand mimes.

Throughout, the fires burn.
I reach out for the knife,
In the spinning of a wave.
The birds do yearn,
To live a lighter life,
And seek a solemn grave.

It looked as though craved by mortal hand
To rise, to cross, fufill
Preach it's fate, through wooded scape
thus, with taste, to splash.

Verily tis alight,
They seek another way.
A swords knows of the lamb,
And an oath is a day's ache.
Finding in the flower,
Tears burning the night,
Mercenary is the dawn.
A keeper greets thee well.
So I write about them.

It looked as though craved by mortal hand
To rise, to cross, fufill
Preach it's fate, through wooded scape
thus, with taste, to splash.

It is a fact of the desolate rose,
To breathe but not taste.
It wishes to keep but the inkling of ink,
With only ill-gotten prose,
A dining of cloves,
The divide between toes,
and the immediacy of haste.

EDIT: So I write about them.

It looked as though craved by mortal hand
To rise, to cross, fufill
Preach it's fate, through wooded scape
thus, with taste, to splash.

In the keyhole of my minds eye I sought,
The bread of carbon stolen were my thoughts.
I could not discern the crockery on the shelf.
The all knowing grain eluded my sighing.

Verily tis alight,
They seek another way.
A swords knows of the lamb,
And an oath is a day's ache.
Finding in the flower,
Tears burning the night,
Mercenary is the dawn.
A keeper greets thee well.
So I write about them.


Δείτε το ξημέρωμα του λουλουδιού
η αστραπή του φορτίου με
το σκόρπισμα των φύλλων
που βλέπουμε την αύξηση
έτσι γράφω για τα.

Δείτε το ξημέρωμα του λουλουδιού
η αστραπή του φορτίου με
το σκόρπισμα των φύλλων
που βλέπουμε την αύξηση
έτσι γράφω για τα.

A butterfly knows of it's maker,
Alive and true are of nothing.
Fleeing the escape.
Go!
So I write about them.

A butterfly knows of it's maker,
Alive and true are of nothing.
Fleeing the escape.
Go!
So I write about them.

Μια πεταλούδα φωνάζει
δεν έχει καμία φτερό
πυρκαγιά είναι εδώ
έτσι γράφω για την
.

Μια πεταλούδα φωνάζει
δεν έχει καμία φτερό
πυρκαγιά είναι εδώ
έτσι γράφω για την
.

Accursed petal.
The coming is past.
Late is the blood.
The rope grows long.
So I write about them.

"Be!"
The cry resounds.
The glory is square.
The night encumbered.
So I write about them.

If you knock at the steeple,
The shriek of the pheonix,
Physics will mock your tombstone.
So I write about them.

Accursed petal.
The coming is past.
Late is the blood.
The rope grows long.
So I write about them.

Φίλος
το σχοινί αυξάνεται πολύ εάν μειωμένος
συσκευάστε επάνω τα προβλήματά σας
σε μια μεγάλη τσάντα
έτσι γράφω για την
.

A hammer guides the way.
Firing through the seal.
Alone in the room.
A lie of purest silk.
So I write about them.

Φίλος
το σχοινί αυξάνεται πολύ εάν μειωμένος
συσκευάστε επάνω τα προβλήματά σας
σε μια μεγάλη τσάντα
έτσι γράφω για την
.

Dynamically falling.
A beach seems thin,
A cliff, nay a shell.
Forsaken. Dead.
So I write about them.

In base 13, yes, yes it is.


2 may be of 40, but 40 is not of the hill. Over and under, it is true.

I agree on no particular point, The hill is naught but an island on the land.

This to thread to make nobody detect?
To be there some meaning,
Or to be each one simple posting:
Absurd or poetry or one combination two;
To translate in another again inside English language and then?
Obvious, I did not anticipate links up the answer, but any.

Is this thread related to Civilization 4? :p

Is this thread related to Civilization 4? :p
How don't I honestly have an idea matter.
I decided in any event.
Why but am I unable to explain.
The truth evades me,
although I suspected;
it evades equally everyone.

And so there is nothing
Being that nothing is
But worth being something
That means nothing
To be something
Without being

I do not like them in a box.
I do not like them with a fox.
I do not like them in a house.
I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there.
I do not like them anywhere.
I do not like green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am. :upyours:

http://www.michaelp.org/photos/quemada/fire_up_close_2.jpg

am firing up

Ya'll are making my head hurt.:headbang:

Why your head injury?
Probably because you continue to attack fiercely it to oppose that brick wall.
I, on the other hand, morning quite is reasonable.

EDIT: Go http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=503999 (here) to thread for head making not feel worse.
EDIT EDIT: WTF?! That's a working link?

AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!

Nice to see the nonsensical rhetoric has yet to wane.

In and out of inward outwardedness.
I am



the inside of out.

I wish my words would grow wings
But it remains suspended within
The four corners of my desolation,
Still waiting for your answer…

…But my wingless words would
never cease to wait;
Until your silence,
answers me no more

Best. Thread. EVAR.


So I write about them.

I wish my words would grow wings
But it remains suspended within
The four corners of my desolation,
Still waiting for your answer…

…But my wingless words would
never cease to wait;
Until your silence,
answers me no more

Winged Words (http://www.takeforum.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=36&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=0&mforum=paradox) is a nice poem.

http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/3849/translatebq0.th.jpg (http://img206.imageshack.us/my.php?image=translatebq0.jpg)

http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/3849/translatebq0.th.jpg (http://img206.imageshack.us/my.php?image=translatebq0.jpg)

Your compression is blurry thought?
Thought if i need a back up i will call you,
Don't worry you will get what you ask for,be patient.

ps: the one who knows the pants tread should know better.

Winged Words (http://www.takeforum.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=36&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=0&mforum=paradox) is a nice poem.

yes,it is indeed a nice poem,that i took out of context

Your compression is blurry thought?
Thought if i need a back up i will call you,
Don't worry you will get what you ask for,be patient.

ps: the one who knows the pants tread should know better.

I want a pony.

I want a pony.

The wheel turns round the horse that once turned round the mill.

I want a pony.

House

House

Finger paint on my chest. Love is a harmonica. I've enlightened attain.

The wheel turns round the horse that once turned round the mill.

May all your Saturdays feel like Thursdays. Amen.

Finger paint on my chest
beautiful.
Love is a harmonica.
No
I've enlightened attain.
Good, i need a light

Together vexations and boredom will save us each from the other.

Can Someone Please Clarify What Is Going On?

An ampere-hour,
I see this topic to come back,
That is good.
I now attempt to correspond my mood.



Vividly describes you in the boat in the river,
With the tangerine tree and marmalde sky;
Some person you, you quite slowly replied,
A girl and kaleidoscope eye.
The glass artificial flower yellow and the green,
Tower in yours head.
Seeks the girl and the sun in hers eye,
And she goes.
Lucy in the sky and the diamond,
Follows her to get down is swung to the bridge Ma Jen to eat the protein soft fountain,
Everybody smile when you drift through the flower,
The growth is that unbelievable high.
The newspaper taxi leaves the present shore,
Waited for takes away you.
Rise by yours head in cloud,
And you go.
Lucy in the sky and the diamond,
The picture you in a row train in a station,
With colored models the putty porter with the glass tie which looked,
Some person suddenly is there in the revolving door,
The girl and the kaleidoscope eye.
Lucy in sky and diamond.


EDIT:
Can Someone Please Clarify What Is Going On?
This is the help, correct?

Everybody,
We completely,
Are just express:
Our idea and the soul.

And we then are to the writing regarding this.

Can Someone Please Clarify What Is Going On?

With shouting ears hear not but ideas hide and shatter

Can Someone Please Clarify What Is Going On?

No. Swords do not go bang. If you run out of ammunition, how sad for you.

The break from the noise which makes noise,
The idea is the harassment is the cover.

This once is of the best discussion forum topic in eternal.

Everybody,
We completely,
Are just express:
Our idea and the soul.

And we then are to the writing regarding this.

Coincedence heightens the sensation

Coincedence heightens the sensation

I mutually am to the agreeing,
Since truth any is conveyed is speaking.
But if the emptiness is to the soul,
The body too is never to be full.

This to thread to make nobody detect?
To be there some meaning,
Or to be each one simple posting:
Absurd or poetry or one combination two;
To translate in another again inside English language and then?
Obvious, I did not anticipate links up the answer, but any.
obviously,you have a meaning

obviously,you have a meaning
Thrice times yes but seldom seen and never proven of strangers.

House

Gregory, MD. Diagnostic medicine.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. (http://redwing.hutman.net/~mreed/warriorshtm/garble.htm)